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Today I went to see Sylvia and it was a particularly violating experience. Maybe because the first 3 minutes of the movie used my favourite passage of The Belljar and destroyed it, the film seemed to suggest that Sylvia Plath's suicide was solely driven by paranoia of Ted Hughes' infidelties, it contained too many wanky Gwyneth Paltrow I'm so disturbed 'poignant' silences/staring into space and Ted Hughes' actor reminded me of a Adrian Brody-esque weevil.
But that's just my opinion, go see for yourselves...or not.
But that's just my opinion, go see for yourselves...or not.