power, love, magic and southern gothic gowns: #beautifulcreatures


it’s late.

we just got back.

but had to write Now while the words are in our head.


beautiful creatures is sumptuous and surprising and elegant and shockingly beautiful and raging-with-lust-and-magic in a sticky darkly humid southern heat.


a great cast – gloriously shot against a landscape of swollen overhanging trees and rotting succulents with southern undercurrents of violence and one-hell-of-a-family-dinner

Jeremy Irons is glorious.

a debonair dandy with a dark soul. url

Alice Englert, who plays Lena “We prefer the word Caster” (to witch), is mesmerizing – and then we realized why – she’s Jane Campion‘s daughter.

writer/director Richard LaGravenese took these extraordinary books that talk about personal power and finding your own centre/center/soul and forging a Path that’s yours – but turned in a script that layered a smart (and snappy teen banter like something out of the 1930s or a beat pix from beatniks in love with the novels-of-freedom and the road-calling) with a deep, dark longing that recalls another, much earlier love story – we couldn’t put our finger on it – but then, when listening to interviews with the Clever Mr. LaGravenese (who also wrote another of our personal favo(u)rite movies about Finding Out Who You Are no matter what that path is revealed to be – Living Out Loud) he mentioned the love story – Romeo and Juliet – and more specifically the Franco Zeffrelli movie version (we’re sure the Bard liked this one) – from 1968 that influenced him…….and the visual parallels are indeed clear, despite a different time – and Place – the underlying story is a triumph of passion entwined with destiny.



and we just thought we were going to see a light but gorgeous-looking Teen flick.

oh gosh, no.

this was a sublime cinematic treasury of beauty.

do go and see it. 

you were almost-sixteen, once upon a time, right?

we’d almost forgotten what it felt like.



like you’re on the



of something dangerous and yet exhilarating.
all at the same time.

a sleepless night with keats.



are you still awake?

tis late, we know.


everyone is sleeping in the apartment building over here.

but us.

our candles are burning brightly for we have stayed up – warm, cosy, under the blankets and smooth sheets – to watch Bright Star.

we Thought we had told you about our experience (not quite meeting for we never shook hands or embraced on both cheeks as per our usual definition of Meeting someone) of seeing Jane Campion speak at the Director’s Guild in Manhattan.

but it must have been before we became teamgloria………….how curious that there were Movie Screenings that happened before we could tell you about them.

To whom did we tell before?

We remembered feeling Utterly Light-headed and dreamy and full of promise and hope and poetry and bluebell woods and calico petticoats.


We did ask a Question (we always enjoy asking Directors a question for we are terribly Keen to learn, for our own future exploits and excitements).

what’s that?

yes. you’re right. a few of our favo(u)rite actors are indeed present in this movie. the gifted and lovely Ms. Cornish, Mr. Whishaw (whom we are eagerly awaiting in the second series of The Hour – if you scroll down this post – ahem – what appears to be a Rather Long and enthusiastic post, you’ll see a moment from that script and our own musings therein) and Mr. Schneider (his performance in The Beloved impressed us greatly and was No. 10 in our list of summer movies during our hiatus from teamgloria in case you want a recap here).

Alas we cannot recall the Question that we asked Jane Campion now (may we call her Jane? – yet we feel sure that she has a cool nickname that one would use but only Know if one truly knew her).


at the screening at the Director’s Guild.

frowning (prettily).

Something about Hampstead and England and how-she-researched and why and wherefore and oh – let’s have some poetry.

a little something from Keats?

why yes.

lie back on the pale apricot satin chaise and tea shall be arriving shortly while Mr. Keats reads to us.

Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.