Eighty years ago, horny boys read D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover for the dirty parts where the lady gets it on with her sweaty gamekeeper. Lawrence can still compete with Internet porn if you’re in the right mood. But director Pascale Ferran hunts bigger game in her spellbinding film, which focuses on the clash between animal nature and social class, now seen as the man feeling inferior to a prettier woman (hello, Knocked Up). When Lady Constance (Marina Hands is award-worthy) first sees the naked Parkin (Jean-Louis Coulloc’h), she connects to the carnal identity she had shut away in her marriage to an invalid. In Ferran’s hands, Lawrence’s tale becomes the story of a man and woman cutting through the restrictions of body and mind to learn about each other without all the bullshit. It’s a movie as timely as it is thrilling to watch.