alone and palely loitering

[timeripple]

So... that was emotionally draining.

I decided to watch the movie Bright Star instead of doing actual poetry work. It's about John Keats and Fanny Brawne! That's practically like doing poetry, right? Right?

Um. Well, now I'll be useless for the rest of the evening.

To outrageously stretch the spoon analogy, it's like opening up the silverware drawer thinking "oh, yes indeed movie, you will help me polish the spoons" and three hours later you look down and the movie has made off with not only the spoons but also the cutlery. And the silver polish. And you don't even care, because that would require spoons and the damn movie stole them all.

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[satakieli.livejournal.com]

I'm going to take that as a recommendation. Er, I think.

[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Well, kind of? *l* It magically gave me the ability to sob delicately, dramatically, for half an hour straight? I'm still reeling four days later?

I think a lot of my reaction came from the intersection of the movie with several things in my life, and other people might not react as strongly. But the New York Times review (http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/09/16/movies/16bright.html) was very favorable, and I agree with it on most points except for the one about the scene where they trade lines from "La Belle Dame Sans Merci," which I agree is a powerful scene but not necessarily in the sense the reviewer took it.