Art, above all, makes me want to cry.
Bright Star was good, but I'll get it out of the way and say that it was not amazing. Cry-worthy, yes. However due to my lack of understanding English expression and poetry in general, I could not follow the dialogue completely. Which is the main source of why I don't appreciate this film as much as I could. However, I have grown more fond of the actor, Ben Whishaw. And an additional fondness for the actress Abbie Cornish, whom is unmistakeably beautiful, and Australian. My only complaint [or usual, I should say] was the lack of intimacy. Or even more specifically so, Abbie's lack of passionate kissing. I feel like this paragraph is killing the film. I don't mean it to be so. I must say I'm in a different place right now and this film has undoubtedly affected me, like other good films. I'm feeling rather poetic because of it. And that is all I feel like saying for now. I'll let John Keats say the rest.
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness."
"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that."
"If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all"
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter."
"My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk."
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"
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