This still is from Maurice, also known as That Gay-Ass Merchant-Ivory Film.
In it, an upper-middle-class twit named Maurice goes to university and falls in love with an upper-class dork played by Hugh Grant. When an upper-upper-class classmate of their is busted for soliciting sex from a soldier, Hugh understandably freaks out and gets himself a wife as quickly as possible. Hey, it's 1911, and it's probably the best solution at the time for him.
Anyhow, a lot of
My problem with this movie is simple: If Maurice is really Mr. Transgressive Sexual Outlaw as Forster-Merchant-Ivory would like to have you believe, surely he wouldn't go for some pathetic white guy who looks pretty much just like every gay American's ideal Englishman - you know: ambiguously gay, luxuriant tresses, dodgy teeth, tastefully small, uncircumcised cock. Surely he'd go for a rough-and-tumble, burly, bearded guy... like the man you see above throwing a googly. Right?
This scene is 1 hour 45 minutes into the movie. It's also the scene that made me wonder why the hell I hadn't turned it off at least an hour earlier: what's the point of watching this dreck unless Maurice actually does something radical, like sleep with somebody who doesn't look like him?
I suppose it's just that sleeping outside your class is sufficiently radical for the English. Wankers.