My wife, bless her soul, did something wonderful for me this past week. Despite her personal regard for this film (she fell asleep in the theater), her knowledge of my personal respect and admiration for John Keats (my favorite poet to ever walk the earth) and my feelings towards this film (one of the top five best of this past year, easy) moved her to buy this movie for me last Tuesday. She even found herself searching store after store since, for some reason, a lot of places weren't carrying it.
Alas, I've already watched this three times this past week.
Jane Campion is a marvelous director who has stunned me many times, and if you have ever wondered what a Jane Austen adaptation would look like under her sensual guidance, you have your answer in `Bright Star'. I will say this; this movie is by far one of the most sensually stimulating films I've ever seen. That isn't to say that it is an explicit film (nothing close to `The Piano') but Campion has a wonderful way of eliciting in the viewer a raw and natural emotion, that of longing and desire, and she paints such a beautifully desirous picture that we are left with baited breath.
The way Keats caresses Fanny's hand; the way she removes a key from her necklace; the way the press their bodies against a wall just to be nearer to one another. Every frame is captured in such a provocative way that we are so entranced and so, excited.
If you've seen the film, then you may recognize where the title of my review is pulled from.
The film tells of the final years of Keats' life. Keats' story is tragic because, at the young age of twenty-five he died of tuberculosis. Sadly, he considered himself a failure, yet today he is renowned as one of the (if not the) best romantic poets who ever lived. This splendid film follows his relationship with two very important people; his dear friend Charles and his muse (and love) Fanny. As Keats attempts to make a name for himself, he finds that he is spellbound by Fanny, a self professed artistic soul, and realizes that finding love in her stirred something magical in him (his letters to Fanny are some of the most moving and provoking words ever penned). Sadly, their relationship was marred by jealousy (on the part of Charles) and social status (he was poor, and thus never wed Fanny) and was eventually cut drastically short by Keats' tragic death.
Campion is a goddess as far as I'm concerned, lacing this film with such glorious emotion and tender affections.
Breaking down this film and trying to explain all that I find so amazing is hard. To say that this film flows like poetry seems rather clichéd beings that it is about a poet, but the statement would be a true one. There is a rich fluidity that exudes every frame and just milks the entire film. The cinematography is easily the best I've seen all year, with some of the most beautiful screen shots of any film, ever. I mean, the butterflies, the bluebonnets, the windows, the hands...everything breathes a life of its own, and it is simply stunning (and soul reaching). You can feel every frame beneath your skin. The score is simple yet refreshing, and the vocal harmonies add a layer of depth and humanity to the film. The costumes and sets are outstanding. I love how one review stated that this film really made you feel as though you were LIVING in that era, and it is so true. Everything feels authentic, yet it's painted with such lush brushstrokes it appears almost dreamlike.
And then there are the performances.
What can I say really? I mean, I have been a huge fan of Paul Schneider since his breakout year in 2007 (he just oozes sensual chemistry) and he doesn't disappoint. Some have attacked his accent, but I found it authentic and unwavering; and his eventual breakdown ("I failed John Keats!") is so touching and heart-tugging. Ben Whishaw is a new talent, and an agreeable one. I do find that this film paints Keats as a canvas for those around him (much like Benjamin Button was last year) and so he comes off a tad less interesting or captivating, but Whishaw has some remarkable moments. The life of this film is, without doubt, Abbie Cornish. I was crossing my fingers this morning for a surprise Oscar nomination for her, since outside of Carey Mulligan, she delivers the best performance of the entire year, in any category. The way she captures the edginess of this woman (her sharp wit, especially when conversing with Charles, is catching) while never discarding her tender affections (the way she describes her adoration of Keats is the pure definition of poetry) is just spellbinding. There is such natural warmth and progression of character, and that final breakdown (shaky hands, gaping breaths, near seizure-like panic) is so authentic, so powerful and so...unforgettable.
I want to cry.
So, now I have to end this review. I'm not sure what else I can say outside of SEE THIS MOVIE. If you are not a fan of the period piece then you probably should avoid it, since this is really a film that defines that genre, but if you are a fan of Jane Austen, Jane Campion (this is her best film since `The Piano') and or poetry then you will fall in love with this film; quite literally.