Have you seen Jane Campion’s latest film, Bright Star?  What a freaking gift of a film.  It’s Campion’s sexiest work yet, and the acting is as faultless as the direction. There’s a scene where Abbie Cornish lies back on a bed, and the white curtain billows into the room as though grasping toward her and the image is so exquisite that it’s painful.  Campion has created an ideal metaphor for the experience of poetry:  a movie which stirs every sense.