Bright Star
Actors: Paul Schneider , Kerry Fox , Ben Whishaw , Abbie Cornish , Thomas Sangster , Jonathan Aris , Olly Alexander , Amanda Hale , Samuel Roukin , Theresa Watson , Samuel Barnett , Antonia Campbell-Hughes , Edie Martin , Lucinda Raikes , Gerard Monaco
Director: Jane Campion
IMDB Rate: 7.3 out of 10 (3344 votes)
Plot Summary:Add Jane Campions rich, sensuous, quietly thrilling Bright Star to the very short list of admirable films about writers. In this case the writer is John Keats (Ben Whishaw), the Romantic poet who died at age 25 believing himself a failure. The movie, set during his last several years, focuses on his playful friendship with and evolving love for Fanny Brawne (Abbie Cornish), the independent-minded young woman who lived next door in Hampstead Village and was, in her own fashion, an artistic spirit. Completing an ineffably fraught constellation--not exactly a romantic triangle--is Keatss host Charles Armitage Brown (Paul Schneider), who loves, esteems, and regards Keats with both pride and envy, and engages in an unstated rivalry for Fanny. All three performances are superb, with Whishaw adding to his gallery of artist figures (the olfactorily obsessed murderer in Perfume, one of the Bob Dylans in Im Not There), and Cornish and Schneider taking top acting honors for 2009. As in Campions The Piano, others are party to the central story, and they have identities, personalities, and claims to intelligence and understanding that we appreciate without having it announced in dialogue. Kerry Fox (redheaded wild girl of Campions An Angel at My Table nearly two decades ago) evokes Fannys mother with a few brushstrokes, and Fannys young sister and brother are watchful presences and de facto co-conspirators in the courtship. In addition, Bright Star is the rare period movie to convey--without being insistent--what it was like to be alive in another era, the nature of houses and rooms and how people occupied them, the way windows linked spaces and enlarged peoples lives and experiences, how fires warmed as the milky English sunlight did not. And always there is an aliveness to place and weather, the creak of boardwalk underfoot and the wind rustling the reeds as lovers walk through a wetland. Poetry grows from such things at least, Jane Campions does.
