Where Angels Fear to Tread

This may be taken as the runt of the litter of E.M. Forster adaptations that came out in succession in the decade after 1984, and it’s quite mousy in the radiance of A Passage to India, Howards End, or A Room with a View. I may have missed it altogether at the time, or otherwise found it utterly unmemorable, but it recently came out on DVD and got bumped to the top of my Netflix queue when I was browsing through Helen Mirren’s filmography. She is indeed excellent as always, as the wealthy young English widow who goes to Italy and is seduced by the country and the young son of a Tuscan dentist, but she departs a third of the way in and takes much of the film’s energy with her. Director Charles Sturridge is rather stodgy in his staging, and while the scenery is nice the camera is not ravished by the landscape, as it ought to be. Helena Bonham Carter and Judy Davis contribute their usual excellent characterizations, and Rupert Graves is more than adequate in a pivotal role. But muttered dialogue and obscure motivations made me long for the subtitles this DVD did not have, though a long-ago college course in Forster’s novels helped me through the story. (1991, dvd, n.) *6-*