Normally, I have little, if any, positive disposition toward English period films. Never have had disliked them. Never had liked them. Ambivalence would likely be the best descriptor. So when Howards End - which I had seen once before, but had completely mixed in with all the others my wife watches with semi-regularity - came up on my Run Through '92, I was less than excited.
While I still won't say these are my favorite types of movies, I like to think, correctly or not, my appreciation for them is grown. Or maybe I will find in the future I just plain liked Howards End.
It's quick-witted and quick-paced, as far as such genre'd movies go with the latter trait. It's gorgeously acted and shot. The dialogue is snappy and the plotting weaves a clever tapestry. Thus far, in fact, it's the best movie I've seen in the Run.