We like all that, and it probably jibes with Keats' poetry, but we've seen lots of movies about "passionate" love affairs, and we think Campion approached the whole thing from the wrong angle. Their real love story is totally boring (they were neighbors, they fell in love and bonded over poetry, blah blah blah). REAL love is when people try to kill each other, and then don't. I've taken the liberty of making a movie poster (like Katie's earlier Keats post!) reflecting this far superior interpretation of doomed 19th century literary love: