I don’t know what the rest of the world was doing on Saturday night but Brian and I beat a trail to Cineworld, Bolton to see Bright Star, Jane Campion’s much vaunted bio-pic of John Keats and his love for Fanny Brawne. Here is the piece for which the film is named:
"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”.
I was very interested to see the film, having had a deep emotional attachment to Keats’s best-known verse since my mid-teens when – like many of you out there - I could quote vast chunks of "Ode To Autumn", "La Belle Dame Sans Merci", etc by heart.
But herein lies the trouble with this exquisitely shot, beautifully costumed and delightfully acted movie. Campion has behaved like a lovelorn adolescent over her own creation, making it so interminably slow and effetely sentimental that there were moments during the 119 minutes running time when I found a “drowsy numbness pain(ed) my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk …”
I confess not to have previously known "Bright Star" – said to be Keats’s last sonnet and composed on board ship off the Dorset coast at Lulworth, on his way to Italy, where he died. But his sonnet to Fanny – recited in part during the movie – used to be among my party-pieces.
I had first came across it in a gorgeous book, Literary England, published by Random House, New York in 1944 as the development of a picture essay which had appeared in Life Magazine the previous year. Most of the fabulous monochrome photographs are by David E Scherman, the accompanying text is written by Richard Wilcox while the preface is penned by Christopher Morley.