Sobbed my way through Jane Campion's latest, Bright Star, about the tragic love affair of John Keats and Fanny Braun. Every bit as brilliant as you'd expect. So good to see a movie that doesn't rely on histrionics, emotional manipulation or CG-fucking-I to bludgeon you into submission. Good old-fashioned acting, film as art, cinematography - remember that? Oscars please.