Howard’s End (1992)
For some reason, I barely remember Howard’s End. I watched it, but the proceeding 27 years have wiped the details from my mind.
Pretty sure I spent the evening finger-banging someone while watching Remains of the Day during its theatrical release, so at least I know why I don’t remember much about that.
But Room With A View? That came along at the dawn of my Cinephile Period, and I watched it at least five times on VHS. Helena Bonham Carter was my Erratic Pixie Dream Girl for a few years there. (Well, her and Sherilyn Fenn.) It’s thus the only Merchant-Ivory joint that I recall with clarity and affection.
Which makes me feel slightly guilty, as my younger self would be appalled at how much bullshit I know about Downton Fucking Abbey.