Even if you set aside Schneider, Bright Star is remarkably evocative. It is our postmodern, ironic way to picture Romantic poets as lyrical fops lolling under gray English skies, their musings interrupted by bronchial spasms aimed at tastefully blood-spotted handkerchiefs.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Line of the day
David Edelstein on Jane Campion's Bright Star, about the doomed love affair between John Keats and Fanny Brawne:
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