This is social drama at its finest, most upsetting, and most beautiful. I feel gut punched, disgusted, and genuinely moved.
Howards End is an incisive examination of the deeply vicious nature of classism in England during the early 20th century. Needless to say, it's pretty awful. I like to think this is what a film adaptation of The Great Gatsby is supposed to be: seduces you with the offer of exquisite silks, impossibly beautiful women and godlike men, and more money than one could spend in a thousand lifetimes, and stabs you to death with the violent reality of class prejudice, all too pervasive.
I felt caught between the haves and have-nots in this film. Judging the wealthy for their inhumanity, judging the poor for their ignorance. And I loathed myself while I did so.
What a great piece.