Watching Bright Star right now and not captivated by its enchanting beauty as I am clearly supposed to be. It's just not the world's most compelling love affair; it's tragic, of course, but just made special by the fact that it's Keats loving and dying. Maybe I've just had enough of poet biopics; I didn't like The Edge of Love about Dylan Thomas either, but then, nobody in the world did, so that was less of a surprise.
If you feel the need for a recent costume drama, I'd highly recommend The Young Victoria with Emily Blunt. That had a lot more pacing and drama.