Fanny Hill, Minus The Rude Bits
Last night I watched the BBC’s impressive adaption of John Cleland’s famous dirty novel, Fanny Hill. The film was written by Andrew Davies, the genius who had us all swooning over Mr Darcy in a wet shirt in Pride and Prejudice, so naturally, it made for a very entertaining and amusing hour and a half. Nonetheless, the experience was also rather disconcerting. The BBC’s costume dramas usually inhabit stuffier, more Read More …