My first brush with death:
I saw Daniel Day Lewis
in Last of the Mohicans.
It was the last day of
and as the credits rolled,
my eyes streamed.
'So life is that
short, and then you die?'
'Yes' said my Dad.
'But that is also what makes it
Monday, 9 November 2009
The best thing about this was the pared-down ordinariness of the portrait.
Keats has suffered more than most because of some hysterical, not to say excessive, admirers. So it was good to see him here as a pretty average guy able to evoke a world of magic in his writing.
There was a great line that went something like 'the poet is the least interesting thing about a work'. I think starting from this sceptical premise and then trying to create your own core of interest stands as a good methodology for any biopic.
With some pretty spot-on cinematography ('poetic-visual'?), and some brilliantly nuanced acting from the three leads, the poetry could be sprinkled on top in a nicely subtle ancillary way, obviating any capital K Keats bullshit.