John Keats
1795 - 1821
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Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprang up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny: Who was the figure?
Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can’t remember.
Fanny: And yet you remember the treetops.
Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny: Whose lips? Were they my lips?Bright Star
i’m a bit bothered by the heat to write up a full review so here’s some short word bytes on ‘bright star’
- visually breathtaking, especially the scenes in the wildflowers and the opening sequence of abbie cornish sewing (i know it doesn’t sound it but it was lovely)
- heartbreaking love story, nearly cried at the end when abbie’s crying :(
- on the flip side it was a little too long for a romance film, in my opinion, especially since a lot of it was about her being a complete suicidal mess without him and acting like a perfectly normal person when he came back
- which by the way, am i being tooo 2010 by thinking throughout the entire film “GOOD GOD woman pull yourself together! by the hammer of THOR have some PRIDE!”
all in all i’d say 6/10 but i did see it for only $7 (mondays only at kino at collins st place, fyi!) so i guess i can upgrade it to 7/10 :)
Agreed on the first two points… I guess I have a different take on the ending, given my love of the relationship between Fanny and Keats both in the film and in real life.
Any other takes on the film?
From ‘Ode On A Grecian Urn’
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

