"He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. "
At the time, this was a refreshing change of pace, with so many excellent actors. Then the costume drama turned into a plague, and there is now a law saying that England must churn out 2 or 3 of these a year.
I love this film. It is primarily important for exploring the futility of subduing our passions; the underlying question is if there really is such a thing as too much culture and civilization (the answer is yes, as illustrated by the Daniel Day-Lewis character). Helena Bonham-Carter and Julian Sands are a wonderful pair, and they surrounded by a terrific supporting cast, including Maggie Smith and Judi Dench.
Merchant/Ivory's fine adaptation of the Forster novel is a clever study of social decorum versus the emergence of passion that struck a strong note with audiences on release in '85. A major launching ground for performers namely Helena Bonham Carter, Daniel Day Lewis and Julian Sands; but also strong turns by veterans Smith, Elliot and Dench as well. Exceptionally crafted, acted and written picture.