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MRICE AT 30: THE GAY PERD DRAMA THE WORLD WASN'T READY FOR
Many of their greatt films evoke a sense of unspoken sire, of any persuasn, simmerg beneath a placid surface of m – a reprsn wh which many a gay person, unable always to eely articulate their romantic self, has been able to empathise.
Mrice, a sense, was the duo’s cematic g-out: the story of a young man growg to his homosexualy polely hostile English society, ’s a film that exquisely queers the stiff-upper-lip emotns so central to the Merchant Ivory ’s a slight aloofns to Mrice that is part of s bety. The film only breath when he fally do, first via a tratg romantic affair wh fellow stunt and social climber Clive Durham (Grant, perfectly his floppy charm years before Four Weddgs and a Funeral) – but ’s heartbreak that giv the film s red-blood there, as a send romantic chapter wh gamekeeper Alec Scudr (Rupert Grav, pletg perhaps the prettit posh-boy triangle screen history) begs, Mrice gas both emotnal sweep and timate psychologil tail: a tame entry may be the LGBT non, but few films have exprsed que so sweetly and nakedly the challeng of simply beg a gay man, partnered or otherwise – how difficult n be to n wh human is not emotnally universal terra, and was a rare subject for prtige herage cema to take on: the film’s rpectful but dispassnate receptn 1987, not an era rich wh queer art the mastream, is no surprise retrospect. Cocintally, hs screens aga the same year that Ivory is baskg the glory of a very different LGBT triumph: now 88, he’s a -wrer on Lu Guadagno’s queer g-of-age rhapsody Call Me By Your Name, a Sundance sensatn that realis the first sh of gay love wh all the woozy sensual excs that Mrice, te to s perd, chews.