Thoughts:
I really wanted this movie to be better. Really I did. So much so that I sat in my little chair, perpetually shoving popcorn into my ever-loving mouth as my mind kept repeating, "Just wait, Tiff...it's going to get good here in a second. Wait for it. Wait for it. And...roll credits...
...damn."
I enjoy Sylvia Path's poetry, as well as her life story. Unfortunately, this movie spent about 2 hours covering only a slice of it all. What a pity.
What I Learned:
Gwyneth Paltrow made me forget she was Gwyneth Paltrow, and actually had me believing she was Sylvia Plath...so there's that.
When a story is inherently dramatic, lay off the damn dramatic musical interludes for fuck sake.
Regardless of how much of the story was left out, I still have a strange affection and curiosity toward Sylvia Plath.
