Set against the stifling conformity of pre-World War I English society, Maurice is a story of coming to terms with one’s sexuality and identity in the face of disapproval and misunderstanding. Maurice Hall (James Wilby) and Clive Durham (Hugh Grant) find themselves falling in love at Cambridge.
What an exquisite film, and such a perfect love story. I don't think there has been an ensemble cast to match the one in the Merchant Ivory era - I so miss those days! Wilby, Grant, and Graves in particular hit a high note in their acting careers with this piece.
Despite a dressy veneer, this is a tender adapatation of the posthumous Forster novel. Handsomely realised and performed with earnest conviction, this is one of the finer entries in the Merchant Ivory canon shot through with a gentle but righteous sense of an unjust world.
it's astonishing how swiftly the luminous, tender charm of the Cambridge platonic romance subsides to ponderous tedium as soon as Hugh Grant marries the milquetoast and the rather less witty gamekeeper arrives on the scene