Bright Star

Not my cup of tea, a bit too girlie, but a very good film, well crafted, but again like An Education last week, a biopic than you know Keats dies at a tender young age. Thought the very last shot was truncated far to early, the poem Bright Star hardly finished when the credits rolled. But never before have I witnessed an audience stay to the very end of the credits, two or three of a sold out audience left but the rest remained seated.
8/10

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,
Pillow'd 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 to death.