Mon amour

...even in the sadness there is a kind of euphoria, an ecstasy of loss.

Campion has created another resonant paean to love’s pain and joy, and gives new life to John Keats...

...et glimrende stykke filmkunst, du ikke må snyde dig selv for, hvis du er til den slags film, der langsomt kryber ind under huden.

...moves deliberately from one artfully framed tableau to another, staging most of the action in dim drawing rooms and the verdant paths connecting them.

What Campion does is seek visual beauty to match Keats' verbal beauty. There is a shot here of Fanny in a meadow of blue flowers that is so enthralling it beggars description.