Yesterday I watched this movie, Bright Star. It is a lovely film. Visually it's gorgeous. I'm not sure I have much to say about the film except see it, it's worth being enthusiastic about.
One thing I particularly liked about it was how it was larger than the two lovers (John Keats and Fanny Brawne) who are at the center of it. The side characters particular of Fanny's younger sister Toots and Keat's friend Brown are fantastic. Toots relationship with Keats . . . gives me warm fuzzes inside (Micah expression) I wanted to hate Brown, in fact for parts of the movie I did, but he was too much of a real human being to be hated, with sympathy along with his selfishness, by the end I loved him as much as I loved all the other characters.
As it turns out, I can't say I really like most of Keats' poetry, though some of it is quite alright. Also, on a more practical note this movie has solidified my belief that poetry should not be a mans sole occupation but rather simply a part of his life. Keats and Brown spend the majority of this movie either sitting in their study or walking in the fields waiting for inspiration. I loved the movie, but of course I am always up for a good love story.