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First love burns brightest.
In 1818, high-spirited young Fanny Brawne finds herself increasingly intrigued by the handsome but aloof poet John Keats, who lives next door to her family friends the Dilkes. After reading a book of his poetry, she finds herself even more drawn to the taciturn Keats. Although he agrees to teach her about poetry, Keats cannot act on his reciprocated feelings for Fanny, since as a struggling poet he has no money to support a wife.
Who knew a man stroking a woman's hand could be so sexy? I've seen this movie seven or eight times now and it never fails to invade my soul and senses with its beauty and glorious sadness. It's the cinematic equivalent of smelling a lovely perfume, gazing at a field of lilac bushes or tasting a delicious wine...everything about it is full of sensuous texture and utter longing...longing to be touched, longing to be inspired, longing to love and create art. It leaves a mark on every part of your being and, like a person's first love, is incredibly difficult to forget about once it's over. You don't know until the end of the movie how tightly it wound itself around your heart.
Though my knowledge of poetry is woefully minimal, it seems that anyone capable of reading and understanding reference can grasp, if not the elegance of structure (or lack thereof--I truly couldn't say) or the nuances of its language, at least the surface of the emotional content of a poet like Keats. Regardless of whether that resonance is earned through intimate knowledge or simply stimulus/response, as with all forms of art and media, it doesn't entirely matter in the moment of reaction. Like avant garde film, I am left simply trusting my instincts and hoping for some glimpse of insight.
Campion's romantic biopic is a lovely portrait, using nature (a common enough theme in what little Keats I have read) and…
I tend to dislike watching movies with my girlfriend’s family as they quickly hide behind iPads, reading the film’s synopsis, yelling how the plot will turn out when I’m still enjoying the picture. That’s what happened today as well, apart from the fact that I wasn’t caring that much about what I was seeing this time. It was boring. Four out five scenes didn’t add anything to the story and for something that holds an eighty plus metacritic score I was really expecting more from the actors and screenplay. Didn’t help much that the final minutes were missing from the recording, obliging me to watch the finale from a French stream (I don’t speak or understand French sufficiently, so I guess it came in handy that the plot was yelled at me earlier).
Jane Campion's film about the love affair between young poet John Keats and his neighbor Fanny Brawne is both achingly sad and tenderly romantic, delicately presented with patience and reserved sensuality. It is beautifully photographed, the outdoor scenes especially are shot with the sort of sensitivity a wildlife photographer might employ to avoid startling his subjects. The screenplay serves the story well... the relationship lasted about four years and is presented here with admirable faithfulness to existing documentation of Keats' illness and premature death, but without the fragmented, episodic feel that often results from such a time span. Reserved pacing and restrained emotion seem to reinforce our impressions of polite society of the period but only intensify the wrenching, heartbreaking climax of this doomed romance.
Heated poetry recitations exchanged between longing gazes and chaste kisses. Just give it to Campion for her refusal to compromise thematic depth and labour two hours with this lushly filmed, micro-detailed little beauty. I found Bright Star to be mostly sublime. While there's a far more substantial focus on Keats' verse as opposed to a blossoming romance, that still doesn't completely disallow Campion in creating other ideas to express her passionate visual medium. None of that is more evident than during one of Keats' occasional absences: Brawne lies on her bed grieving for his return so flush with the fervor of first love. A breeze ruffles through an open window, rippling under her skirts as sunlight gently plays across her…
"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death."
I always did really admire Campion's period pieces. For me they could always put…
One of the most beautiful, melancholy, perfectly balanced films I've seen in a while. I think my favorite sequence is when Fanny and John first kiss.
Uggghhhh, how does Campion make the most mundane things so intense.
This film fucks me up.
Ben Whishaw's performance is the problem - at least for me. He has to always be doing something. If Abbie Cornish is talking to him he can't just listen, he has to twitch, move his head, hand, have a scratch, something has to be in motion: it shows he is there, that he is performing. Of course, that is how everyone acts, at least for the last 50 years. The Method. I twitch therefore I am. This is partly just my prejudice - I find all these naturalistic mannerisms no more than distracting mannerisms, they undercut the very naturalism that they try to create. But there is also something strange about it in a costume picture: it is modern, how…
How could the same director who put such intense eroticism on screen in "The Piano" be responsible for this dull, tepid film?
"Bright Star" tells the story of poor poet John Keats and the passionate love he shared with his muse, Fanny Brawne. But you'll have to take the film's word that this passion existed, because mighty little of it ever makes an appearance on screen. Ben Whishaw, who plays Keats, and Abbie Cornish, in a rather lifeless performance as Brawne, are good at moping around but not much else. The film's biggest dramatic conflict is that Keats and Brawne want to get married but can't because both are too poor. So they instead wander around English cottages and countryside reciting poetry to one another. Paul Schneider, as Keats' jealous friend, tries hard to imbue some energy into the film, but his character is too bothersome to make those rare bouts of energy enjoyable.
A flat dud.
"The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water." Live for the sensations you get from experiences, not for simply accomplishing the activities
The only film that ever made me wish I was a poet or at least in love with one. Such a beautiful story of love and the expression of that love through the exquisite poetry of John Keats. Campion has a real gift for getting honest emotional acting from her actors. There's never anything false going on here. She lets the script do the work and she casts people who understand that age old adage "Less is More."
Ben Whishaw, who will be bursting onto the scene any day now mark my words, is not only absurdly beautiful he's also probably one of the best actors working today. The criminally unrecognized Abbie Cornish deserves to be hugely famous. The two…
Normally a big fan of Jane Campion,
This time though I couldn't bond with the characters.
I understand that this is the heart of what Romance was supposed to be in the old repressed create your own suffering era.
But to watch it in a long film with little more to balance it out than luscious scenery wasn't enough for me.
I find these sort of stories irritating as people just come across winy and pathetic or maybe childish.
If your into long winded romance with drawn out etiquette give it a go otherwise for me this was a give it a miss.
Gezien in mijn onderbroek, woonkamer kot.
Ik weet niet wat ik van dit en The Piano moet denken.
Misschien is de vraag dat ik mij die vraag stel een teken dat ik later die films nog eens moet kijken.
Beautifully shot. Beautiful story. Beautiful acting. One of my favorite films of all time.
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