Yesterday I rented and watched the movie "Sylvia," the Sylvia Plath biopic starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Daniel Craig. While I was watching, I wasn't that impressed with it, but today I find that it really stuck with me and I can't get it out of my head.
The movie is beautifully shot and gives a real sense of place and mood. And GP is quite amazing as Sylvia. But the missing link is that you never get a sense of the great passion that brought Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath together and ultimately tore them apart. Hughes is portrayed as an arrogant serial adulterer with few redeeming qualities.
A better piece of Sylvia-worship is the book Wintering: A Novel of Sylvia Plath by Kate Moses.
Monday
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