Here’s a movie about poetry. And romance. Also Romantic Poetry. Specifically it’s about John Keats and Fanny Brawne and their young, star-crossed love. Click here for an interesting discussion of the movie, including what of “real life” the film conveniently leaves out. (Does Romanticism conveniently ignore parts of “real life” as well? Hmm…) Also interesting is this idea: contemporary romantic films — indeed, our conventional notions of contemporary romance in general — owe(s) a lot to a group of earnest/breathless young poets (e.g., Keats and the, uh, Romantics) who lived in England (among other places) a couple hundred years ago. So. Yeah. What’s up with that?