For the first hour or so of Maurice I was fairly unimpressed, to the point that I considered not watching the rest. (The book really is much better; so much of the action of the movie makes no sense without the accompaniment of Maurice's thoughts.) But then came the...well, post-sex scenes is really the most accurate term for them. And, apparently, even mediocre movies can be entirely redeemed by the inclusion of a naked Rupert Graves. In fact, I think I'm just going to have to watch it again before returning it to the library.
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