![]() ![]() I didn’t care that Merchant Ivory were derided as “the Laura Ashley school of film-making”. I wanted Howards End to be all pretty lawns and picture hats. I was doing my Grade 5 piano and I’d had my first kiss, next to a hedge at the end of my road, trying to make my hair billow madly like Bonham Carter’s throughout. My gateway drug had been A Room with a View, and all I wanted was to be kissed among violets, to play the piano wildly, messily and boldly, and to live the same way. Going to see Howards End at the cinema in 1992, I knew the house gave the film its name, just like I knew there was definitely no apostrophe. She looks cross, he looks tormented, and behind them is a dream of a house, wreathed in roses and wisteria. ![]() I t was the poster that got me: Samuel West kissing Helena Bonham Carter. ![]()
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