Most unromantic movie about Romantics: Bright Star

I thought "Bright Star" would be a movie that both Marge and I would love, and I was wrong on all counts - neither of us loved it. It certainly had the creds: I love Keats, and the story of his tragic life seems eminently cinematic; Marge loves Campion and all those BBCish British costume-drama productions. And yet: what a boring movie! It's so earnest and well-meaning - and preposterous. First of all, I've never seen a less passionate screen romance that this one (Keats and Fanny Brawn, played to two actors unknown to me). Fanny is a good actor, I admit, and her breakdown on learning of Keats's death in Italy is a terrific scene. Keats seems like a a total nonentity, not a romantic lead in any way. Bright Star tries to get at a depiction of the process of artistic creation, which is really tough to do (I wrote about this re Crazy Heart, on elliotsreading.blogspot.com), but we don't really get a sense of how a 19th-century poet lived and worked. It's corny: Keats climbs a tree, sees a nightingale's nest, goes home and writes an ode! Most ridiculous, as Campion obviously wanted to work into her film lots of Keats's language, both poems and letters (good idea), she has Keats and Fanny reciting lines to each other and she has him literally "tutor" her in poetry, which allows him to spout aphorisms from his letters. Though we marvel at the language, this does not work at all as drama or cinema. It's almost ludicrous. Finally, Campion unfortunately for her is stuck with the historical facts and therefore has Keats dying offstage while Fanny is home in Hampstead, sewing. Ugh. There has to be a better way to tell this story. But if in any way Bright Star leads people to read Keats, then it's added some good to the world!