Kinda gaggy that two gay men teamed up to produce some lavish film adaptations of a gay novelist’s best work.
I didn’t recall much about the ending from watching this nearly five years ago. But Anthony Hopkins’s final line has to be one of the most fraught questions I’ve been left with in a long time. It speaks to Forester’s themes of a class dying out and the younger, progressive generation bringing up the rear. It’s such lush, contemplative cinema.