While watching this film a thought occurred to this viewer: Why do women with so much talent as Sylvia Plath get always attracted to the wrong kind of guy? She could have certainly done much better than the pompous Ted Hughes, who she ends up marrying.
Ms. Plath's life has been the subject of curiosity and admiration for generations after her death. Isn't it ironic she never got the recognition she deserved while she lived her tragic life putting up with a husband that couldn't care less about her, let alone keep his pants on whenever he met a new victim for his sexual fun and games? To say that she was her own victim is to just touch lightly on the subject. This was a troubled soul who is swept off her feet by someone that didn't deserve her.
Gwyneth Paltrow has the proper look as Plath, but there is something missing from her performance. Ms. Paltrow is an actress who does her research well and she is convincing as the tragic woman of the story. Watching her play Sylvia seems empty in many ways, be it because of director Christine Jeffs direction, or that the viewer has a sense of detachment watching the film as it unfolds on the screen. One could not really pinpoint to where the fault is and what is lacking in the adaptation of this Sylvia Plath's biography.
Daniel Craig makes us despise his Ted Hughes, a man who went to bigger and better things while his wife, who obviously was more talented in her short life. She ends her life because she cannot imagine a life without him because her own insecurity about having to compete with her own husband, whose early fame took him into a different dimension.
Ms. Plath's life has been the subject of curiosity and admiration for generations after her death. Isn't it ironic she never got the recognition she deserved while she lived her tragic life putting up with a husband that couldn't care less about her, let alone keep his pants on whenever he met a new victim for his sexual fun and games? To say that she was her own victim is to just touch lightly on the subject. This was a troubled soul who is swept off her feet by someone that didn't deserve her.
Gwyneth Paltrow has the proper look as Plath, but there is something missing from her performance. Ms. Paltrow is an actress who does her research well and she is convincing as the tragic woman of the story. Watching her play Sylvia seems empty in many ways, be it because of director Christine Jeffs direction, or that the viewer has a sense of detachment watching the film as it unfolds on the screen. One could not really pinpoint to where the fault is and what is lacking in the adaptation of this Sylvia Plath's biography.
Daniel Craig makes us despise his Ted Hughes, a man who went to bigger and better things while his wife, who obviously was more talented in her short life. She ends her life because she cannot imagine a life without him because her own insecurity about having to compete with her own husband, whose early fame took him into a different dimension.