This hour-long docudrama presents Wordsworth's sister Dorothy as his muse and true love, as well as a talented poet in her own right. As Dorothy lies on her deathbed, William remembers their lives together, including his arguable betrayal of his sister through marriage to another woman.
The deep, almost incestuous feeling between the two is believable and moving, but every now and then something goes terribly wrong in the production -- a particularly goofy close-up or montage, some very badly delivered dialogue, etc.
Still, I liked it and will probably watch it again. It's especially good at showing the passion that exists in Wordsworth's verse, presenting it as more than just "nature poetry" (although there are many lovely shots of the landscape that inspired him).
The deep, almost incestuous feeling between the two is believable and moving, but every now and then something goes terribly wrong in the production -- a particularly goofy close-up or montage, some very badly delivered dialogue, etc.
Still, I liked it and will probably watch it again. It's especially good at showing the passion that exists in Wordsworth's verse, presenting it as more than just "nature poetry" (although there are many lovely shots of the landscape that inspired him).
