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A Room with a View (1986) A Room with a View is a timeless film adaptation of E.M. Forster's acclaimed novel, released in

A Room with a View (1986)

A Room with a View is a timeless film adaptation of E.M. Forster's acclaimed novel, released in 1986 and directed by James Ivory. This British period drama takes viewers on a delightful journey through love, passion, and societal conventions in Edwardian England.

Set against the stunning backdrop of Florence, Italy, the film follows the story of Lucy Honeychurch (played by Helena Bonham Carter), a young and spirited Englishwoman. Lucy finds herself torn between two contrasting worlds: the repressive upper-class English society and the liberating sensuality of Italy. Her encounter with the free-spirited George Emerson (played by Julian Sands) exposes her to a new way of thinking and awakens her desires.

The stellar cast features a multitude of talented actors who bring depth and charm to their roles. Helena Bonham Carter shines as Lucy, capturing her innocence and inner turmoil with her compelling performance. Julian Sands' portrayal of George Emerson brings a magnetic and irresistible presence to the screen, making the audience root for their love to prevail. The cast also includes memorable performances from Maggie Smith as Charlotte Bartlett, Simon Callow as Mr. Beebe, and Daniel Day-Lewis as Cecil Vyse.

A Room with a View beautifully explores the theme of self-discovery and breaking societal norms. Lucy's journey challenges the conventional expectations placed upon women and their freedom to choose love over societal expectations. The film raises thought-provoking questions about identity, independence, and the cost of conforming to societal norms.

One of the film's most compelling aspects is its exquisite cinematography, showcasing the mesmerizing landscapes of Florence, bringing the city's spirit to life. The breathtaking visuals perfectly complement the film's themes of passion and liberation. The picturesque scenes, combined with a captivating score by Richard Robbins, create an immersive experience that transports viewers to the early 20th-century England and Italy.

A Room with a View garnered critical acclaim upon its release and received numerous accolades, including three Academy Awards. The film's success lies not only in its stunning visuals and superb performances but also in its ability to capture the essence of Forster's novel. It masterfully intertwines a charming romance with a social critique of the rigid Victorian society, making it a timeless classic for audiences of all generations.

To relive the magic of A Room with a View, you can play and download the enchanting soundtrack that accompanies the film. Richard Robbins' beautiful compositions perfectly capture the emotions and atmosphere of each scene, taking listeners on an auditory journey. Soothing melodies and powerful orchestration make this soundtrack a must-listen for fans of the film or anyone seeking a musical escape to Edwardian England.

Whether you are a fan of period dramas, romantic films, or simply appreciate exceptional storytelling, A Room with a View is a captivating masterpiece that continues to enchant audiences to this day. It serves as a reminder that love and self-discovery can transcend societal norms, leaving an indelible mark on our hearts and minds.

A delightful letter from the Miss Alans. They're going to Greece. I'll read you some.
A gentleman is such a standby.
A ha.
A most remarkable father and son.
A shilling for the driver. Of course. How kind of you to remind me.
A Shropshire Lad.
A true Florentine smell. Inhale, my dear.
A youth. Ten years younger than herself.
Acting the little god down here with his patronage
Afar off, the towers of Florence.
After all the trouble I took over the Miss Alans.
All right, Powell.
All right.
All right. Five shillings and a bob for the driver.
All the light's gone out of your pretty face.
All those old women smirking.
All unobserved, he came to her. Isn't it immortal?
Alone? Is that wise, Miss Honeychurch?
Altogether too big for our little lot, don't you agree? Got any matches?
An American of the best type. So rare!
An engagement horrid word in the first place
An entire carpet of them. It was delightful!
And a yes and a yes!
And deservedly.
And here he is preaching to the bishops.
And here...
And his sham aesthetics, and everyone is taken in.
And I divine it, Charlotte. You had an adventure there.
And I know where things can lead.
And I should write If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays...
And not being alone with you.
And not till then bring them to London.
And now here's Miss Honeychurch marrying Mr. Vyse in January...
And now I want my tea.
And now where's Lucy?
And on what? The things of the universe.
And says he is writing today to urge you to consider our little corner of Surrey.
And send pretty cards from every place.
And she never went back to Weybridge?
And she wandered as though in a dream through the wavering sea of barley,
And so, locked in mortal combat, they brought to life the eternal...
And some trousers...
And supremely good, both as man and wife, mother and father.
And that man insulted me again behind Cecil's back.
And then the cry was heard, 'Once more into the breach, my friends.'
And there he is undergoing a... trial by fire before the Sultan.
And why doesn't she pay the bob for the driver?
And why should she not be transfigured?
And you?
And you're tired of Freddy and me.
And, as I've said before, I am to blame.
And, if you want to know, Teresa, she lacked... radiance.
And, on the right, the fourth Pope.
And... I did think you loved me.
And... I want to ask you a great favor.
Andiamo.
Andiamol
Are you bathing, Mr. Beebe?
Are you sure?
As a matter of fact, coincidence is much rarer than we suppose.
As for your loving me, you don't, not really.
As long as she is his sister.
As something you own. A painting, a Leonardo.
As well as in the place from which we've been expelled,
At any time, one may have to sit on damp ground or cold marble.
At the side of the everlasting why, there is a yes.
Beauty!
Beauty!
Because fifteen and five shillings make a pound.
Because I wouldn't play tennis?
Because otherwise, I cannot account for him.
Because...
Because... she is Charlotte Bartlett.
Besides, that way, you'd have to fly over the wall.
Between the squalor of London and the squalor of Prato, there is a great gulf fixed.
Blessings. Your vicar's benediction.
Blow the spirit stirring harp like anything
Bring some milk and honey and... er, cakes. Cakes!
Bring them up among honest country folk for freshness,
Built by faith! That simply means the workers weren't paid properly!
Buonasera. Grazie.
Buongiorno, buongiorno, Ferdinando!
Buoni uomini?
But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas,
But I've got to go to Greece now. The ticket's bought and everything.
But of course I do.
But one meets the Italians in all their simplicity and charm.
But she's purging off that Honeychurch taint. You know what I mean.
But their whole attitude is wrong.
But we've a longing for green things growing, don't we, George?
But why should he be?
But you always do forgive yourself.
But you haven't been listening. If you had, you would know!
But you know about these matters, and you have Mr. Vyse to help you.
But, if you know of a good pensione in Constantinople, we should be so grateful.
But, of course, we have not had a full week.
By all means. I'm afraid you must excuse me.
By going off the track, you get to know the country,
Byron. Exactly.
Can we have the hood down, Powell?
Cecil doesn't mean to be uncivil.
Cecil read it to me.
Cecil, ask Mary for sandwiches. I'll be with you in a moment.
Cecil, give that sovereign to me.
Cecil... darling.
Cecil's hard hit. Lucy won't marry him.
Certainly.
Certainly. A highly suitable addition to our little community.
Charlotte, a minute.
Charlotte, how slow you are.
Charlotte, please stay.
Charlotte, please.
Charlotte, the Miss Alans are going to Constantinople.
Charlotte, you dealed rudely. You dealed wrongly.
Cio tuttol
Come along.
Come and have a bathe!
Come away from the window!
Come on, I insist. The ground will do for me.
Come, Lucy.
Congratulations.
Could that be the silent, dour George?
Courage, Miss Honeychurch, and faith.
Dear Cecil, what joy!
Dear Charlotte, after an awful journey
Dear Mr. Beebe, I doubt we shall go any further than Athens,
Dear sir, I implore you...
Dear, a moment. We may not have this chance again. Have you spoken to him yet?
Dear, I'm so sorry, I don't seem to have any small change. Could you...?
Delightful.
Did you hear what I said, Lucy?
Did you know you were a Leonardo, smiling at things beyond our ken?
Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it away?
Do you know about it?
Do you like our view, Mr. Emerson?
Do you suppose this display is called into existence to extinguish you or me?
Do you understand how lucky people are to find what's right for them?
Does anyone have any change?
Does anyone have change for half a crown?
Don't leave your comfortable house. You mustn't!
Don't move. Stay where you are. Ginevra de Benci!
Don't stand there, dear. You will be seen from the outside.
Don't you agree that, on one's first visit to Florence, one must have a room with a view?
Don't you see? I must go somewhere. Anywhere!
Doubtless you know his monographs in Medieval Byways.
E un diavolo incarnato. You know the proverb?
Easy live and quiet die
Easy live and quiet die
Eleanor!
Emerson, this is Honeychurch. You remember his sister.
Emerson's a common enough name.
Espoirl
Even if you forgive me, I shall never forgive myself... till my dying day.
Even scientifically, the chances against being struck are enormous.
Even when I hold you in my arms.
Every city, let me tell you, has its own smell.
Every kind of sense. I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within.
Everyone's so horrid today, Uncle Arthur. Let's go out to tea.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. My cousin will be most anxious if I don't get back.
Exploits?
Fatal. What are five miles from the station these days?
Father's something of a radical. The son, full of possibilities.
Ferma la carrozza subitol
Fifteen shillings to you? How so, Mr. Vyse?
Food is the one thing one does get here.
For a character in your novel?
For a sovereign.
For example, on reflection, it's not coincidental that you're here now.
For showing me what I really am.
For stock. It's lost all its flavor.
Forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.
Forgive me, but it seems to me you're in a muddle.
Freddy loves to bathe here. He's very fond of it.
Freddy owes me 15 shillings, so it works out all right if you give the pound to me.
Freddy will be so sorry. And, indeed, so am I.
Freddy, as you remarked this morning, some chaps are good for nothing but books.
Freddy!
Free from the superstition that leads men to hate in the name of God.
From the red gold, keep thy finger
Gather round, everybody.
Gentlewomen! Yuck!
George Emerson is simply ripping!
George. George.
Giotto scolaro di Cimabue. Kept the sheep on the mountain.
Go and bathe. It will do you good. Then all come back for some tea.
Go and call him.
Go for her. Get her round the shins.
Go on.
Go, please. I don't want to call in Mr. Vyse.
Good idea. Get your hat and coat and I'll take you.
Goodbye. Be good.
Goodness, how cross you are!
Goodnight, Rose.
Goodnight.
Goodnight. See you Friday.
Gossiping.
Handed about like parcels from Venice to Florence to Rome,
Has a villa in Summer Street for which he needs a tenant.
Has your son no particular hobby?
Have we bolted?
Have you told him about him?
Haven't you done enough? Don't interfere again.
He can't bear to be here, and I must be where he is.
He doesn't know what a woman is.
He doesn't want you to be real, to think and to live. He doesn't love you.
He explained. It's ugly things that upset him. He's not uncivil to people.
He has rooms he does not value and thinks you would.
He says the thought of... seeing you or hearing about you...
He should have been here at least an hour ago.
He wants you for a possession, to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
He was practical...
He would not take advantage nor expect gratitude.
He's declaring the eternal yes.
He's saying his creed.
He's terrible. A most unpromising youth. So unlike his sister.
Hear, hear. We vote no Miss Bartlett.
Hello, Mr. Vyse, I've come for tea. Do you suppose I shall get it?
Her boiler is to be had out and the cistern cleaned and all kinds of to doing.
Her guests are another set of Miss Alans, Miss Lavish, Mr. Beebe
Her music, the style of her...
Here goes.
Here he is on his deathbed, surrounded...
Here is where the birds sing and where the sky is blue.
Here's your money. It's all shillings except two half crowns.
Hmm.
Hook me behind.
How do you do?
How do you do? Come in.
How dreadful. How more than dreadful if Mr. Vyse should hear from another source.
How much is...? Who do I give the sovereign to?
How quickly accidents happen. Then one returns to the old life.
How she kept to Schubert when, like an idiot, I wanted Beethoven.
How should one look? According to your great experience in these matters.
How splendid of them to go. I wish they'd take me.
How very kind you've been. I can go alone. Thank you.
How very vexing! I shall have to get a cab.
However, I fear I've faltered and need some help from outside.
However, we're in E flat.
Hurry and get dressed or we'll miss our dinner on top of everything else.
Hurry up, Emerson!
Hush, we mustn't. First thing tomorrow, I shall have a bone to pick with the signora.
I abhor Baedeker. I'd fling every copy in the Arno.
I admire your courage.
I am only here through your kindness.
I am something of an Inglese Italianato.
I am sorry that the house has brought on your rheumatism.
I blame you. You had no business to undo my work about the Miss Alans.
I can't bear it, and now I've made you cry. Forgive me.
I can't say exactly. Only... she lacked something.
I cannot blame him, but I wish he'd told me about it first.
I couldn't help thinking that our dear Lucy did not... No.
I did not.
I didn't know what to do with them. They were covered with blood.
I do declare we're lost.
I don't believe in this world sorrow. Do you?
I don't know why we're arguing, because we have no view.
I don't mean exactly that, but you will go on asking questions.
I don't require you to fall in love with my boy, but please help him.
I don't want to be a Leonardo, I want to be myself.
I don't wish to be uncharitable, but I know he will talk.
I fear we have no card, but George will write down the address.
I find the cornflower the most delightful of flowers.
I forget my worries at the piano,
I had a letter from Miss Teresa asking how often the butcher called.
I had no idea. Oh, my poor Lucia!
I happen to know of just the place. Not exactly a cottage, more... a villa.
I have a pet theory about Miss Honeychurch.
I have a view. And so does George.
I have failed in my duty to your mother. She will never forgive me when you tell her.
I have found him tenants for his Cissie Villa.
I have not been brought up to keep anyone waiting, least of all a kind hostess.
I have not had rheumatism for years, and if I feel a twinge I'll stand up.
I have procured desirable tenants.
I have reflected. It's fate. Everything is fate.
I have seen him.
I have to. Don't you see I have to go away?
I hope he won't gossip.
I insist, absolutely.
I love these little dark alleys.
I love you.
I mean, Italians are so kind, so lovable, and yet at the same time so violent.
I mean, would you not mention it to anyone, my foolish behavior.
I mean... something's happened to me.
I might even share a flat for a little with some other girl.
I must actually thank you for what you've done.
I must get away, far, before it's known.
I must have dropped them in the square. Would you be so kind...?
I mustn't miss the train. The removers can do the rest.
I never do play tennis. I never could.
I never said I was.
I never said so. I consider him far above the average.
I never suggested that.
I plead guilty to being such a chap.
I prefer something bolder the reckless rose, the tempestuous tulip.
I promessi sposel
I put it down to too much Beethoven.
I reserved them for a week like you wrote you wanted.
I said, Hurray, and slapped him on the back.
I say, Cecil, do play, there's a good chap. Just this once. It's Floyd's last day.
I see him, Lucy. It's useless to contradict me.
I shall go and find Mr. Beebe.
I shall never speak of it to Mother or anyone.
I shall tell the signora to give the next south view available to you.
I shall tell the signora to give the next south view available to you.
I shall want to come up to London more.
I somehow think you feel more at home with me in a room.
I suppose I do, generally.
I suspect that one day...
I think I hear the carriage.
I think myself most fortunate. I'm very happy and having a splendid time.
I think the reason you're going to Greece and you've broken off your engagement
I think there is something in the Italian landscape
I think we should ask her to stay. Give her a holiday while the plumbers finish.
I think we'd better go to bed, if you don't mind.
I thought I did at first. I'm sorry.
I thought you'd be the first to go to Mother and say Lucy must go to Greece.
I told him of my plan to lure you hither, and he is in complete agreement
I told him to trust to love.
I told him, George, love and do what you will. It's what I taught him.
I trust that day is at hand. She has just promised to marry me.
I used to bathe here, too.
I want them to start from Venice and then go by cargo steamer down the Illyrian coast.
I want to ask you something that I have never asked before.
I want to show her this letter from the Miss Alans.
I want to stop here with you.
I want you to be supremely happy.
I was only told last Sunday.
I wish to have a word with you, Mr. Emerson, in the drawing room, please.
I wish you'd finish your sentences. You're getting worse.
I won't be down at the weekend. There's no point.
I would have given the larger room to you,
I would like to thank your father personally for his kindness.
I'd like that.
I'd like to see them in your hair.
I'd set an examination at Dover and turn back any tourists who failed.
I'll come to take you back to town the week after.
I'll deal with him myself.
I'll let you into a secret. I have my eye on your cousin.
I'll not go far. I promise.
I'll only say things that will make me unhappy afterwards.
I'll take Minnie to the Beehive Tavern. Care to join us, Miss Bartlett?
I'll write to them, and if you'd also send a word?
I'm awfully sorry. I'd no idea you were so intimate with her.
I'm certain that's old Emerson. What are those people doing? Hello!
I'm going to write to our Miss Alans and ask them to take Sir Harry's villa.
I'm leading a little private tour of my own.
I'm not having this.
I'm on the railways.
I'm sorry about it.
I'm sorry if I've given you a shock.
I'm sorry, I can't marry you. One day you'll be glad I said so.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm telling you what's right. Don't argue, do it!
I'm thankful. Why not announce it?
I'm the loser. I could have let them rooms five times over.
I've come to show Miss Honeychurch a letter from our friends the Miss Alans.
I've longed to go to Constantinople... Athens, I mean.
I've never been myself, nor do I have any plans to go.
I've never been myself, nor do I have any plans to go.
I've no wish to even hear your son's name mentioned. He has misbehaved from the first.
I've won a great victory for the comic muse.
If a girl breaks off her engagement, everyone thinks, Oh, she has someone else.
If I may say so, I'm certain you've done the right thing.
If only one could stop him from brooding.
If you would allow me, I would be happy to act as intermediary with Mr. Emerson.
If you'd give me your card...
Impossible to make oneself heard. Don't you want to hear about the Miss Alans?
In fact, he behaved abominably.
In lieu of Constantinople, could not we lure you to tea at the Beehive?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree...
Indeed they are. Miss Teresa and Miss Catharine Alan. I met them in Italy.
Indeed, Miss Alan, it is.
Instead of which, we have north rooms without a view and far apart.
Is a private matter and should be regarded as such.
Is anything the matter with Cecil?
Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?
Is it not odd that she should play Beethoven with such passion and live so quietly?
Is that your son?
Is that, if I trouble no one, I may do as I like.
Is untroubled by the snares of anatomy and perspective...
Isn't it wonderful? The Parthenon, the frieze of Phydias.
Isn't that delightful? I do believe they'll end by going round the world.
It happened to the Goths.
It is fate, but call it Italy if it pleases you, Vicar.
It is only getting first into a steamer and then a train.
It is you! Why not have a comfortable bath at home with hot and cold laid on?
It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence.
It isn't fair! I've probably met them before.
It isn't fair! I've probably met them before.
It might attract the wrong type. The trains have improved so.
It reminds me somewhat of the country around Shropshire.
It was all done with great tact and discretion, naturally.
It was most disloyal of you.
It was most indelicate!
It was wrong of me to listen to you.
It will teach that snob Sir Harry a lesson.
It will teach that snob Sir Harry a lesson.
It would be discourteous to keep my cousin waiting.
It would be robbing the one who lost.
It would be serious if I put her under an obligation to people of whom I know nothing.
It's a special collection. I forget what for, but I beg,
It's an ugly house. We never liked it.
It's disgusting the way an engagement is regarded as public property.
It's disgusting, brutal!
It's in chapter two. Find me chapter two.
It's not the rheumatism, it's my boy.
It's obvious they should have the rooms.
It's our last chance.
It's perfectly natural. I nearly fainted myself.
It's so good of Mr. Vyse to spare you.
It's so unfair!
It's such a blessing, don't you see?
It's the way he put it wouldn't it be a splendid thing for Lucy if he married her?
It's true.
Italy and London are the places where I feel I truly belong.
Joy!
Joy...!
Just a slight cough. I've had it for three days.
Just in time. How dare you be so serious!
Kiss me again.
Kiss me again...
Kiss me.
Ladies especially, I'm afraid.
Lemonade is very bad for the stomach.
Let the piano's martial blast
Let them have the view if they want it. Why not? George, go after them.
Listen, Lucy. Three split infinitives.
Look at that fat man! He must weigh as much as I do, but he's floating like a balloon.
Look out!
Love!
Lucy would like to join them as far as Athens.
Lucy, are you absolutely sure? I only want to do what is right for you.
Lucy, get dressed or the better part of the day will be gone.
Lucy, you have the other one.
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy! Lucy! What's that book?
Lucy! We must get packed immediately!
Make a picture of the sheep.
Make Lucy one of us. Lucy's becoming wonderful.
Make sure Minnie has a sixpence. Where is the child?
Mary, have you got any change?
Matches!
May I now?
May I say something rather daring?
Medulla oblongata, key of G...
Might I impose and wait here for Mrs. Honeychurch?
Mind you marry her next January.
Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch.
Miss Bartlett told me is that... you love George.
Miss Bartlett, you wouldn't stop us, not if you understood.
Miss Catharine, you have flowers in your hair.
Miss Honeychurch!
Miss Lavish, what a recommendation for a place!
Miss, this sepolcro not very good. You go see affresci di Giotto.
Monteriggioni is not only quaint,
Most certainly! That is, if they are gentlewomen.
Most certainly! That is, if they are gentlewomen.
Mother doesn't like me playing Beethoven. She says I'm peevish afterwards.
Mother, I shall have our children educated just like Lucy.
Mother... Charlotte... Cecil... Freddy... you...
Mother's right. Those people Charlotte and I met at the pensione,
Mr. Beebe, I've had a wonderful idea.
Mr. Beebe, you sound like Miss Lavish.
Mr. Beebe! Matches!
Mr. Eager is our English chaplain here in Florence.
Mr. Eager, do come and join us. Miss Honeychurch is feeling unwell.
Mr. Eager, there's plenty of room for all of us. You don't have to...
Mr. Emerson finds us frivolous. Look for tennis balls, Mr. Emerson.
Mr. Emerson is avoiding the removers inside.
Mr. Emerson, Miss Bartlett, excuse me.
Mr. Emerson, please don't go on my account. I'm going to Greece.
Mr. Emerson. What are you doing here?
Mr. Henry Burridge lives.
Must he sneer and spoil everyone's pleasure?
My dear Marian, what a stupid blunder. You'll never forgive me.
My father lives here. I've come for the weekend.
My father says there's only one perfect view
My goodness! Do you remember her, Mr. Emerson?
My poor boy has brains, but he's very muddled.
My poor dear girl, you are so young!
My reply impressed her favorably. Lucy?
My son George here.
My wishes are unimportant compared with yours.
Naturally, one would be stirred up.
Need we have Charlotte?
Never heard of it.
Never heard of it.
Never in the real country like this.
Never, never more shall Eleanor Lavish be a friend of mine.
No doubt, I am not artistic nor literary nor intellectual.
No eloquence was his, nor did he need it. He simply enfolded her in his manly arms...
No one will see Lucy off. She doesn't like it.
No vulgar clinking ha'pennies in the plate.
No, Charlotte. Not the scissors, not when my hands are full.
No, do. Nothing's funnier than silly things read aloud.
No, I don't. Not at all, Mr. Emerson.
No, I haven't, nor anyone. I promised you I shouldn't.
No, I think I'll go out.
No, Miss Bartlett, you will not look into your Baedeker.
No, my dear, you will do no such thing.
No, no. Don't be alarmed. This is not a cold.
No, only to Athens.
No, poor Minnie. No, not me. Get off!
No, this isn't the bit. It's further on.
No! We're squeezed to death with Freddy's friend and Minnie Beebe.
No. I don't want you straining your back.
No. I know I'm a spoilsport, but it would make me wretched.
No. Lucy said he wouldn't.
No. You have no one to help. My services are better than nothing.
Not abominably. He only tried when he should not have tried.
Not quoting the servants or asking how the pudding is made.
Nothing to do with sitting on the ground.
Now, you don't hear any carriage.
Observe my foresight. I never venture forth without my mackintosh squares.
Of course I don't. I only meant that...
Of course I will, Cecil.
Of course I'd prefer friends of yours...
Of course I'm not tired of Windy Corner, but, as we're talking about it,
Of wet hedgerows with birds singing inside them.
Oh, dear, Marian. I'm so sorry.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dears. Look away!
Oh, do, dear. He will be so pleased.
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Vyse?
Oh, I...
Oh, I... Oh!
Oh, it's wonderful! Simply ripping.
Oh, look! No, don't look! Poor Mr. Beebe!
Oh, Lucy, I met him at the station.
Oh, Lucy! Oh, dearest girl! She hasn't put that in her novel?
Oh, Mr. Vyse, he's really very nice.
Oh, no, my dear Lucy. I think it is for me to do that.
Oh, please.
Oh, porter! Could you...?
Oh, the British abroad!
Oh, yes, Charlotte! I don't mind.
Oh!
Oh.
Old Mr. Emerson's rheumatism is back, and George thinks it's too far.
On no account. The view of the Arno is yours.
One always has to be wide open. I think Miss Lucy is.
One has to go through it. They won't notice us much next time.
One more lump, if I might trouble you, Mr. Beebe.
One would hate to break it.
One's lucky to get as much as a yes or no out of him.
Only Freddy's muddle, who doesn't even know their name.
Over there, Miss Honeychurch,
Paper soap is a great help towards freshening up one's face on a train.
Pardon me. The chapel is somewhat small. We will incommode you no longer.
Perfectly fair if it punishes a snob.
Perfectly well. Absolutely well.
Perhaps he will join you later.
Poor Charlotte.
Poor Mr. Beebe, too!
Poor, poor Charlotte!
Poor, poor Charlotte!
Powell, is that house to be let again?
Provided, of course, he's clean.
PUCCINI'S CHI IL BEL SOGNO DI DORETTA FROM LA RONDINE)
Really?
Remember that Santa Croce was built by faith in the full fervor of medievalism.
Ridiculous child. You think you're so holy and truthful, but it's just conceit.
Rouse the echoes of the past
San Gimignano, Monteriggioni.
Say, Poppa, what did we see in Rome?
Scendal
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P
Schubert was right for this evening.
See the little towns, Gubbio, Settignano, Galuzzo,
Send them to Italy for... subtlety.
She had no business doing it. No business at all!
She has broken off her engagement.
She must. I simply must go away.
She will think so... if you tell her.
She's been so kind to me.
Signorina?
Since Florence did my sister so much good, we think we should try Athens this winter.
Sir Harry deserves a tenant as vulgar as himself.
Sir Harry Otway. It is in Surrey, a place called Summer Street.
Sir Harry, beware of these gentlewomen. Only let to a man.
Sir Harry, beware of these gentlewomen. Only let to a man.
Sir Harry, how about spinsters as tenants?
Sir Harry's looking for new tenants, I hear, Miss.
Sir Harry's tenants. I met him this morning and he said,
Sit down and don't move until I come back.
Sit down, my dear.
So he cried, 'Utter rapture! The silvered twilight, the wraith like swallows,
So really desirable. I've telegraphed them.
So you did tell. Why?! When you wouldn't even let me tell Mother?
So, Miss Honeychurch, you're traveling. As a student of art?
So, please, don't worry us this last summer. Spoil us by not asking her to come.
So, you do love me, little thing?
So... she's not marrying Mr. Vyse?
Something to own and to display.
Something tremendous has happened.
Standard reaction to any letter from Cousin Charlotte.
Still, one ought to read it, I suppose.
Stop a minute. Let that man go on or I shall have to speak to him.
Stop thine ear against the singer
Stop thinking he admires me or any nonsense of that sort. He doesn't. Not one straw.
Such an agreeable family. What a pity.
Sunday week, I want to ask George Emerson up for some tennis.
Tell me more of the Miss Alans. How splendid of them to go abroad.
Temper, Lucy, temper. Please!
Thank you for taking it so well.
Thank you, Freddy.
Thank you.
That extremely lovely thing
That it stands exactly across the road from the Reverend Beebe's church.
The bronze came from Turkish cannons, captured by the Knights of San Stefano.
The classes should mix, there should be intermarriage. I believe in democracy.
The classes should mix, there should be intermarriage. I believe in democracy.
The Cockney signora still terrorizes the staff.
The father replies, Guess Rome was where we saw the yellow dog.
The oddest people, Mrs. Honeychurch, but we rather liked them.
The scene is set in Florence. The sunset. The sunset of Italy.
The signora wrote South rooms with a view, close together.
The smell!
The special character of Giotto among the great painters.
The steel knives that might attract the current are in the other carriage.
The sweetness of the English countryside...
The ticket says Dorking. That was the last station.
The time she met Cecil, she drove him quite frantic.
The tiresome Miss Alans. I hate their if ing and but ing.
The tune's fine, but the words are rotten.
The view of the sky over our heads.
The villa of my dear friend Lady Laverstock,
The Way of All Flesh.
Their mixture of the primitive with the classical is irresistible.
Then she will be wonderful in both.
Then they began to sing
Then you cannot appreciate the romance of this visit.
Then, let's go home.
There are no jewels more becoming to a lady.
There are poppies and a barley field.
There came from his lips no wordy protestations such as formal lovers use.
There is no other source.
There isn't any carriage.
There must be no gossip at Summer Street, but to go as far as Greece!
There. Now I've told you.
There's a scene in it the hero and heroine make love. Do you know about that?
There's a time for keeping quiet and there's a time for speaking out.
There's no point in our stopping.
There's such a beautiful confidence between you.
There's traveling for you!
These must be all right. They're friends of Cecil's.
They brought to life the eternal battle where men stand face to face
They had been to Italy. A father and son. The oddest couple.
They played their next sonata, let me see
They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.
They trust me.
They were all rather extraordinary.
They're all peasants, you know. Come along.
They're on a hillside and Florence is in the distance.
They're strangers I met in the National Gallery.
They're your type of flowers. They have your personality.
This afternoon, if I had not arrived, what would have happened?
This is not what we were led to expect.
This is serious.
This is the Sacred Lake.
This isn't very kind of you two. You have each other and poor Charlotte...
This old gentleman and his son offered us their rooms with a view.
This pensione is a failure. Tomorrow we'll change.
This tremendous thing has happened between us and it means...
This way, Mrs. Honeychurch. Follow me.
To be wise, one might have stayed at home.
To mess about with typewriters and latchkeys and call it work.
To slowly gird, to bravely fight, to stoutly dare...
Touched with crimson stains of poppies.
Towns, rivers, palaces, all mixed up in an inextricable whirl.
True, on the whole.
Two lone females in an unknown city, that's what I call an adventure.
Unconscious of anything outside Baedeker, anxious to get done and go on elsewhere.
Under Orcagna's Loggia the Loggia de Lanzi, as we call it now...
Until I was found out.
Vacant heart and hand and eye
Vain to deny it.
Very glad to hear your sister is marrying. I'm sure she'll be... happy.
Very picturesque, but hardly a lake. More of a puddle.
Very well. I'll speak to him.
Victory, Mr. Floyd!
Wait on, Mr. Beebe.
Wasn't I off my head with joy? So I said no, I wasn't.
Wasn't Monteriggioni where we saw the cornflowers, Teresa?
Wasn't there a lady novelist and a free thinking father and son?
We all have our foibles, and mine is prompt settling of accounts.
We could clear out in fifteen minutes. These niceties go against common sense!
We have a view.
We know Mr. Vyse, too. He's been very... kind.
We needn't.
We residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little.
We salute thee.
We were to see the Arno.
We will simply drift.
We'll both be as silent as the grave.
Well may you ask. But think how he's been brought up
Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.
Well, of course you may, Cecil.
Well, of course, if you want Charlotte to come, with her boiler and everything...
Well, she gets on my nerves.
Well, thank you... again.
Well, there you are. Make my boy realize that,
What a conversational opening! How do you do? Come and have a bathe.
What a noise you're making. Freddy, let Lucy go.
What an impossible person!
What did you all think?
What do you mean? If you think I love someone else, you're mistaken.
What does he say?
What is that you are taking? It's not lemonade, is it?
What is to be done?
What was that? I believe it was my photographs!
What would have happened had I not appeared?
What, Cecil?
What? Is Phaethon misbehaving with his Persephone?
What?! Stop at once!
What's the title?
What's this about Sir Harry's new tenants?
Whatever does it mean?
Whatever's the matter with dear Miss Lucy?
Whenever I speak, he winces.
Where are you going?
Where did you meet Mr. Vyse?
Which inclines even the most stolid to romance.
Who's been leaving books out to spoil?
Why are you going to Greece?
Why did you tell her? What made you?!
Why does Italy make lady novelists reach such summits of absurdity?
Why does she look like that?
Why don't you join them, dear?
Why don't you sit back, make yourself more comfortable? Take this.
Why is Mr. Vyse taking the quid? No, thank you!
Why rush off to the ends of the earth?
Why should they? When you deceived everyone...
Why? Why Greece?
Women like looking at a view. Men don't. George, persuade them.
Won't you play some more?
Won't you sit down?
Would you, Mr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr...
Would your mother spare you?
Yellow dog!
Yes, and were seen through, which is most unpleasant.
Yes, but we've only had half a week, so I calculate we owe you half the price.
Yes, easily. Gracious, how smart you look! What a lovely frock.
Yes, I do. I've got it. It was Emerson.
Yes, I suppose we ought to be going.
Yes?
You can have our rooms. We'll have yours. We can change.
You can settle your debt nicely now.
You can take all those, but leave me Thoreau till I go. I need him by me now.
You can't expect a really musical person to appreciate comic songs as we do.
You can't object in such a landscape.
You can't. He's in his bath.
You did appear!
You don't love me, evidently.
You don't. It's only as something else.
You got rid of Cecil, well and good.
You have to understand that.
You know how silly people are.
You know the American girl in Punch who says to her father,
You love George.
You love the boy body and soul, as he loves you.
You may observe here in the Peruzzi Chapel,
You mean to marry that man?
You might before. I can't run at you.
You missed a good match, Miss Bartlett.
You said you liked cornflowers.
You see here these superb frescoes by Giotto, depicting the life of St Francis.
You see? You talk of coincidence and fate.
You should have stopped me. Shall we join the others?
You think his sister is promising?
You think I ought to have accepted? You think I have been narrow minded.
You wrap yourself up in art, and want to wrap me up,
You'd better get to bed, dear. We have to make an early start.
You'd love the Miss Alans.
You'll be glad to hear that the Pensione Bertolini is its dear self.
You're naturally drawn to things Italian, as are we and all our friends.
You're not fit enough to go alone.
You're not such a splendid player. The light was in my eyes.
You're quite right. Greece is not for our little lot.
You're so different tonight, like a different person speaking with a new voice.
You're tired of your home. You're tired of Windy Corner.
You're very fortunate. Leisure is a wonderful opportunity.
You've gone too far! Really, I...
You've not reflected. Let me cross examine you.
You've scored off Sir Harry, but at my expense.
Your father bought the drawing room furniture, and we must put up with it.
Your father, Mr. Emerson, is a journalist?
Your mother offered to fetch me in her carriage.
Yours is glorious country, Honeychurch!
Yours sincerely, Lucy Honeychurch. There.
0ur neighbor and friend, Sir Harry 0tway,
Again! Poor Charlotte. ...has the water turned off and plumbers.
Again. I'm reading.
All right, Powell, stop at the stores. Yes, ma'am. Walk on.
and Charlotte and Lucy. We were promised rooms with a view.
And Mr. Floyd, a friend of Freddy's. I insist I pay for my cab.
And now Freddy wants to ask the Emersons. Well, he needn't.
And this is Minnie, Mr. Beebe's niece. Grant me that.
Are you all right? Oh, yes.
Aren't you coming with us? I'll walk.
But... Then I don't get the photographs.
Call Mr. Vyse? No. The other one.
Capella Peruzzi, Capella Bardivery good. No, thank you.
Cecil? So you can all call in perfect safety.
Cecil?! We met some Emersons in Florence.
Charlotte?! Charlotte to a T.
Come along, Mr. Beebe! I may as well wash, too.
Come this way immediately! Who were those unfortunate people?
Did Freddy say he'd drive straight back? No, he didn't.
Did he? I needn't say it will go no further.
Did she really marry this Italian? In the church at Monteriano.
Did you mind losing? Of course.
Do go away, please. Capella Peruzzi, affresci di Giotto...
Do I have to? No, of course not.
Do read it. Not while Mr. Emerson is entertaining us.
Do you really want this bathe? Yes, I've said so.
Don't be shy! Why not?
Emerson. Emerson...
Exactly. The Miss Alans. More like Anderson.
Freddy, be careful! You really are savages, you know.
Freddy, pay the cab. No, I must. I absolutely insist.
George would tell Mr. Emerson. He would tell no one.
Go and dress, dear. All right, Mother.
Good afternoon. Good afternoon, Mr. Beebe.
Good gracious! What a mess things are! Yes.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Goodnight. Goodnight.
Have some tea. What about Mr. Floyd's ten shi...?
Have you ever met these Miss Alans? Never.
He asked my permission also. Whatever did you say?
He meant to be kind. I know how to deal with these people.
He mustn't get any ideas. You mean Mr. Emerson?
He never told you what happened in Italy? Not a word.
He used to be. He's retired? And you, yourself?
Hello? Hello.
Hello. So you're off, Mr. Vyse? Yes.
Here you are. Thank you, sir.
How do you know? Because I know. Shall we go out?
I am. No, you're not!
I can't think. Answer me, Lucia.
I can't. No discussion.
I heard you are to be our vicar. Yes, I move into the rectory in June.
I immediately thought of you. The house has the added attraction
I mustn't inconvenience you. You know you prefer facing.
I promised. It's only for a few days. Victoria Station.
I said no. What?!
I think Lucy has something to tell us. Stop the horse!
I will sit here. Nonsense.
I wouldn't think much harm could have come. There.
I'm here as a tourist. Indeed?
I've brought someone to see you. One minute.
I've no idea what you mean. Everyone must understand.
It's been such a pleasure to meet you. We will write you often
It's impossible! There's only one thing impossible.
It's Mr. Beebe. Who?
It's no good discussing this. George is taking me to London.
It's only a library book of Cecil's. Well, pick it up.
It's useless. Let me go, Miss Bartlett. Let Mr. Emerson go, Charlotte.
Leave at once. Now. Lucy...
Like what? Like Charlotte Bartlett.
Lucy has a plan. Isn't this a tragedy?
Lucy. Hmm?
Marian? Oh, Charlotte!
Miss Bartlett. Mr. Beebe.
Miss Pole? Yes, Mr. Emerson.
Mother! You're in no position to argue. Come, Lucy.
Mother? Lucy.
Mr. Beebe. Don't you remember us?
Mr. Beebe. Thank you, Mary.
Mr. Emerson has had to go. What a nuisance.
Mr. Emerson is so tactless. But he meant to be kind.
My photographs! What photographs?
No, I will not listen to one more word. My dears, do stop.
No, I'm afraid not. As a student of human nature like myself?
No, thank you. I very... good speak English.
No, thank you. Oh, well, Minnie, you and I must eat alone.
Nor me. You?
Of course. No wonder the novel's so bad.
Oh, no, Freddy... Oh, he's topping. He's spiffing!
One week Italy, then Greece. Greece may be cancelled.
Or does work keep him in London? We shall meet him when he sees you off.
Perhaps I spoke hastily. Oh, goodness!
Please, I'll deal with them. Leave them.
Poor girl. Poor girl?
Shall we go in to tea? By all means.
She has accepted me. I'm so glad.
She'd what?! And on to Delphi if the roads are safe.
Signora? No, thank you.
So we brought you cornflowers. Oh, how kind!
Summer Street will never be the same. It's too small for anyone like ourselves.
Thank you so much for taking her. Bye bye.
Thank you so much. Pleasure.
That wasn't the name. Wasn't whose name?
That will be all, Rose. Thank you. Thank you, madam.
The driver? My dear girl, no. Mr. George Emerson.
The Misses Alan are going to Greece. Good luck to them.
The National Gallery. Looking at Italian art.
Then... No. Mother's calling. I've got to go.
There's an absurd account of a view. Do read it.
There's your philosophizing parson. Don't you like Mr. Beebe?
This is Mr. Honeychurch. How do you do?
Under a Loggia by Eleanor Lavish. Eleanor Lavish!
Wasn't it any good? It's lovely, dear.
We're too different. But I...
Well, welcome as one of the family. Thank you.
What an extraordinary thing! One of Freddy's bones.
What are you reading? It's from Freddy.
What is happening to your neighbors? They're moving.
What were you told? That he loves her.
What? That I've broken off my engagement.
What?! Do stop!
What's that? The gentlemen are doubtless having a game.
When? Late last night. I must go.
Who? Sir Harry's new tenants.
Why need Mother hear of it? Well, you tell her everything. Don't you?
Would you like it closed? Oh, thank you.
Yes, it is. Put it right away, Miss Pole.
Yes! I am the chaperone to my young cousin Lucy.
You aren't going? Yes, we've a train to catch.
You must persuade Mother. What?
You never used to be. Can't we have the hood down?
You see... Hush, Lucy.
You shouldn't peep. Cecil asked my permission,
You understand what I mean? No.
You're being ridiculous. I'd have held back if Cecil was different.
...but it would help a little, hurt a little less, if I knew why.
...did not look like a bride to be.
...including yourself.
...it will be very exciting, both for us and for her.
...music and life will mingle.
...now unhappily ruined by restoration,
...we accept his offer?
...you can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
'No place on earth as glorious as this where love is spoken face to face.
'the perfume of the cooling earth all fill me with inutterable and inestimable bliss.'