This is one of the most beautiful and profoundly captivating films you will see. Some reviewers have complained about it being vacuous and lacking in substance. As with any film, you have to infer the substance, or feel its substance in your interpretation. Its crushing weight can be found in its portrayal of intense love, the absurd complications life introduces that prevent their love from life-long expression, and the grief that follows. The film captures Keats' and Fanny's love like a butterfly in a net and then releases it into your viewing mind. The acting was poignant, especially at the end, where Fanny's grief was portrayed in a way intense enough to cut you to pieces. It will make you feel as stricken and pained as if she was in the room. The tenderness of the characters is visible through action over dialogue, and you glimpse the moments of beauty that embody their love to them. The film was shot with the eyes of a poet, and throughout Keats' and Fanny's perspectives intertwine to create that atmosphere unique to the lovers. At the end, you'll end up almost believing the voice reciting Keats' poetry really did belong to Keats. And what's more, the beauty won't fade the next time you watch it, or the next time, or the time after that.