Bright Star

With a wet tissue clutched in my palm, a sniffy nose and weepy eyes I've just searched the library catalogue for a biography on John Keats. May I also mention that my chest aches, yes aches from what I'm not sure is a broken heart or sitting cross-legged, three feet from the television and yet leaning ever closer for the past two hours. I have been waiting for ages to see this wonderful movie starring Ben Whishaw (whom I have admired since Brideshead Revisited) and Abbie Cornish, written and directed by Jane Campion. It came out on DVD today (it made a fleeting appearance in Toronto) and like the lovely and thoughtful man that he is, R bought it for me and left it on the counter for me to find when I got in from an all day seminar at the library. Thank goodness he had gone off to work for watching this gloriously beautiful, heartbreakingly painful love story is best done in private. It should take a further three or four viewings before I can keep the sobbing to a minimum. Browsing over the nominations for the Academy Awards, it would appear that there is a single nod for Costume Design. That there isn't more for the acting, cinematography or direction is a travesty in my eyes but I won't bother ruining my evening with a rant. Being that I am now emotionally wrung right out, I'm off to bed with a copy of Keats poetry, rescued from the library's discard bin and a fresh tissue. Good night.