After all the book was a revelation and became infamous more for the fact that it was banned as being pornographic than for its plot or classic writing from the pen of D. H. Lawrence.
This version proved to be incredibly tame. Thousands of young (and not so young) will have read the book not for its literary worth but to pick out the "smutty bits". I bet a good majority of those who admit to having read the book in the 1960s only started halfway through when things between Lady Chatterley and the Gamekeeper began to hot up.
It seems incredible in today's liberal climate that Penguin Books were prosecuted in 1960 under the Obscene Publications Act of 1959 and it took a jury of three women and nine men to decide that the book wasn't obscene and could be read by a wider audience. Today there are many steamier novels and even the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy is more sex laden.
And that is where the problem lay with this new BBC adaptation. The sex scenes were artistic rather than raunchy and it made the whole exercise seem very tame. The use of the word "cock" by Mellors just seemed amusing and there was nothing of any note - thus showing the story for what it actually is - dull and boring.
When written in the 1920s and over subsequent decades, the power of the book lay in dividing the nation between those who thought it was art and those who thought it was obscene. Now the obscenity idea has been taken out of the equasion, we are left with the question of art and really to be quite blunt, it's not that great a book.
Then there was the accent of Mellors played by Richard Madden. It was all wrong. Lawrence's gritty Midlander/Northern drawl of the original was turned into some kind of yokel accent that was certainly not 1920s Nottinghamshire.
Ultimately is really all came down to the fact that we are no longer spicing up sex on television, but rather dumbing it down. The best comment I have read on the internet about this version really sums everything up
"Those moaning that the adaptation isn't very good should be aware that neither is the book."
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Good to see Wales on the point of qualifying for the finals of the Euro 2016 football competition. They need just one point from their remaining two games to go through and whilst Hungary will prove a big test for them, they should cruise it against lowly Andorra.
I have always been a big supporter of Welsh football and rugby due to what I thought was my Welsh ancestry. I had always been led to believe that I had Welsh blood due to the fact that my middle name of Owen has been handed down through the generations. My gradfather was Frank Owen Dew, I am Peter Owen Steward and my eldest son is Christopher Owen Steward. Research, however, has led me to doubt this. I have found out that the Owen was actually the maiden surname of I believe my great great grandmother. Of course she may have been Welsh but I have been unable to date to establish whether this is the case or not.
I would be sad to find out I have no Welsh blood, but happy to know that my great great grandmother must have been loved enough for her descendants to hand down her surname as a second Christian name over the generations.