If you want to see one of the few movies so far this year that is guaranteed to score Oscar nominations get yourself to Bright Star.
Abbie Cornish should be picking out her dress.

It's the love story of poet John Keats and his muse Fanny Brawne, before he died way too soon from one of those deaths that happened way back then....you know Nicole Kidman has a little cough and all of a sudden she's dead.

Honestly though, only Jane Campion can make a scene as simple as two people touching the same spot on a wall from different rooms simply to feel close to each other, sexy and gut-wrenchingly sad at the same time.

Paul Schneider from Parks & Recreation is scene-stealy perfection.
I could go on and on about all of the high points of this film but my words wouldn't do it justice.



BRIGHT STAR, WOULD I WERE STEDFAST
By John Keats

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,
Pillowed 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 in death.