Sylvia (2003)

I avoided watching this film for as long as I could, but when it finally turned up on BBC2, I decided it was now or never.  Never would have been the better choice.  I am not overly enamoured with Gwynneth Paltrow and her histrionics as the poet-novelist Sylvia Plath left me decidedly underwhelmed.  Her sufferings as she underwent writer's block and the supposed infidelities of her husband -- James Bond, sorry, I mean Ted Hughes as portrayed by the macho Daniel Craig -- just made her seem a whinging neurotic mess.  I can understand the children of the couple objecting to the film as doing a disservice to their parents' memories and literary legacies.