Movie of the Week: Bright Star

16 Aug

Movie of the Week: Bright Star

Review: Bright Star, the love story between the insanely talented poet John Keats and the lovely Fanny Brawne. This film is one big poem, spoken through the eyes of the director to her audience. Visually this film is a masterpiece, the cinematography is similar to that of a beautiful Monet painting. There are so many breathtaking scenes in this film that I had to pause it for greater appreciation. I love, I adore, I heart this movie and not because it’s a period film. The depth of this film is much more than your average period film. Like how two seemingly unattached people deal with the love they have for one another when life circumstances prevents them from capturing their happiness. Or how about when you struggle to succeed in your profession that’s also your passion. Throw in the challenges of life and how they don’t improve but get worse. This might sound like a depressing movie but it far from that. Bright Star is a testament to love and its weight. The stronghold that love has on your heart and emotions. Whether its painful or joyful you can’t let it go because once you discover true love it’s inevitable. The dedication that John shows to Fanny and Fanny show to John is so inspiring. They have a connection that transcends physicality. Their love for each other has a way of convincing you that life would be meaningless without the prospect of living and breathing the same air as your soul mate. I have yet to cross paths with the love of my life but I hope when I do I am wise enough to recognize it and never it let it go.

If you’re in the mood for an inspiring love story rich in poetry then definitely check out Bright Star.

Best line in the movie:there is a holiness to the heart’s affection, you know nothing of that.”

Bright Star 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,

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