Bright Star

John Keats's poetry is beautiful. It has always been, and always will be. I'm not exactly poetry friendly person, but his work touches ones heart - there is no question about that, even if Romance is something I might have difficulty with. His words simply reaches you. Someone who does not have a problem with poetry at all is my dear man of the house. Thus, he became quite lyrical himself at the thought of seeing the movie, and I was naturally not slow to react. So we saw the Bright Star yesterday, and my dears, if there is only one romantic movie you want to see this year - Bright Star is the one. Here, in order to make this easier, very short summary:

"The drama is based on the three-year romance between 19th century poet John Keats and Fanny Brawn, which was cut short by Keats' Untimely death at age 25th."

It is a truly fantastic work. It is not a movie, it's really a work of art. Everything is perfect, I can not express myself more clearly than that. Photography is exquisite, every second could be captured in a fantastic plate, it is just so beautiful. The clothes, the things surrounding characters, down to the smallest chair; eyes, how the replicas are pronounced, music, humor (!); Keats's wonderful poetry fills each scene; the impossible love between the beautiful Fanny Brawn and John Keats; Paul Schneider's incredible performance as Keats's best friend, Charles Brown.
It is difficult to pinpoint one thing I loved the most, but even if no one's interested - I'll tell you anyway. There is a scene that stuck in my retina, as well as in my heart. Fanny settles slowly down on his bed, whereupon the curtain at the open window is blowing gently over her. It was such a little gesture that could have escaped an infinite sense. This is the film's specialty. I have been searching and searching to find the scene on the big wide web, but it does not seem possible, so just be happy to put up a clip below - another great photographic genius scene. Here is a quote from one of Keats's love letters to Fanny Brawn to explain the scene:

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."

Jane Campion has undeniably made last year's finest, most beautiful film.