Monday, January 25, 2010
The Brightest Star
I've been busy gallivanting around our country to see the Musee D'Orsay exhibition in Canberra and to see a friend get married at Lake Macquarie in 40 degree heat...
I also finally saw Bright Star last week. I loved it. I read a review in the Guardian which said Jane Campion had attempted to mirror the beauty of Keats' poetry in her film. I agree wholeheartedly. Greig Fraser's photography was so lush, and the characters so fragile. Watching the film was like standing in a hot house surrounded by butterflies (something of a motif in the story).
I'd love to see it again, to take it all in, slowly. More slowly than before. I saw an ad for it in the paper this morning, and even just seeing the picture of Fanny and John made me feel teary - now that's a good movie!
The whole thing made me want to read Andrew Motion's biography of Keats (on which the film was based). Motion is one of my favourite poets, and his biography is iconic, although thicker than my upper arm, so I doubt I'll actually be able to pick it up, least of all get through it.