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Jane Campion has put herself in line for her second Palme d'Or here at the Cannes film
festival with a film which could be the best of her career; an affecting and deeply
considered study of the last years in the short life of John Keats, and the ecstasy of loss
which suffuses his love affair with Fanny Brawne – a love thwarted not due to illness, but
to a pernicious web of money worries, social scruples and irrelevant male loyalties.
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