What to say, what to say… Acclaimed English poet John Keats falls in love with Fanny Brawne, and then he dies. The end.
Okay, okay. There was something of a story there in the middle. Recognizing my minority status, I hesitate to criticize this film at the risk of sounding immature and one-sided. But frankly, I didn’t like it. I didn’t really get into it, and once I did it was difficult to see where the story was headed. I understand this film’s beauty and love its scenery and poetic themes. Keats (Ben Whishaw), I must admit, was excellent – if only he were in it more. The supporting performances were, for the most part, solid – particularly Fanny’s younger sister, Toots.
In my humble opinion, the greatest weakness was Abbie Cornish (Fanny). It’s like Twilight for adults. Call me crazy, but I have this firm belief in a woman’s independence and stability to never ruin their lives over a man. Just as I can’t stand Bella – I’m not such a fan of Fanny either. She was annoying and overdramatic. I found nothing to really like about her, even her looks. Afterall, Keats is the one everybody knows… I learned nothing much of his work, nor much about the man himself other than his strange obsession for Fanny.
The screenplay was far from exceptional – written and directed by Jane Campion (The Piano), it never really explores outside of its Fanny/Keats bubble.
I give it a 4/10 for its beauty and Ben Whishaw, though I still wish I knew more about Keats. Give me Sense and Sensibility over this any day.
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