The phrase throttles the throat
which utters it, as humiliating
tautology. Yet, we can imagine
characters in Forster, wandering
from pensione to pensione, in a
cocoon, wrapped up in a gondola,
on a single, cluttered canal, ex-
periencing that extraction which
the holiday must be, as a restor-
ation of timidity. Slip Maggie
Smith into the craft, and you'd
almost row for free. Someone has
to substitute for Helena Bonham
Carter, who leapt out, oars ago.
Watch the film again. I've been.
It doesn't go so far as Venice,
but it does suggest, one might.
James Ivory
director
Ruth Prawer Jhabvala
screenwriter
E.M. Forster
author
Ismail Merchant
producer
Goldcrest et al, 1986©
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