After a crippling injury leaves her husband impotent, Lady Chatterly is torn between her love for her husband and her physical desires. With her husband's consent, she seeks out other means of fulfilling her needs.
Just what the world needed: Sylvia Kristel spouting D. H. Lawrence. And she is, of course, rubbish in the parts where Lady Constance has to do anything other than wap 'em out. Shockingly, though, even then we're hardly all-guns-blazing, as she and Nicholas Clay's surly odd-job man maul each other with all the enthusiasm of someone cleaning the oven.
Considering this comes from Just Jaeckin, the man behind the admirably kinky "The Story Of O", such a lack of decent smut is a travesty. And on this performance, were you married to Lady C you'd be glad for someone to take her off your hands.
Low budget sexcapade of little merit.