best swoon worthy cinema: bright star. oh how shar loves her period piece romances and oh how jane campion can create a film of longing ache for the one you love. reading a letter from the one you pine for leaves you weak in knees that you collapse into a field of lavender. looks across a room speak volumes of desire and passion.i didn't know much about abbie cornish aside from that fact that she's has been dating ryan phillippe. girl can act. her physical unwinding at the end of the film reminded me of a young kate winslet in sense and sensibility pining for a said willoughby. then there is keats, played by a fine thespian, ben winshaw. ladies, he has a twin. he is a a new brit heartthrob on the rise. he has already played hamlet and takes on another shakespearen role of ariel in julie taymor's the tempest. in the end, it's the secret romance between keats and one fanny brawne that moves the story. one bright star and muse to the poet that never realized his success in his life time, but remains one of the most famous poets in history.
Bright star, would I were stedfast 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 fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
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