A Hollywood product that exploits sickness.
Plath might have been the stupid cow that Paltrow plays, the stubbornly ambitious, jealous demonbit genius discontent, immune to the ordinary joys of life.
| Original Score: 82/100
Gwyneth Paltrow is anything but engaging in this rarely interesting look at the life of author Sylvia Plath.
| Original Score: 2/4
Gwyneth Paltrow is a shining star and plays a faultless dramatic role.
| Original Score: 76/100
Paltrow provides the depth that the script lacks, making a lot from very little.
| Original Score: 2/5
When it's all said and done, Plath had the courage of her convictions, and so does this honest movie.
It lacks an incisive viewpoint and keeps us emotionally at arm's length.
Not the last word on the subject by any means, but it is a solid entry into the canon that sensibly resists beatification or crucifixion of the Ariel poet.
| Original Score: 3.5/5
Good as Paltrow is, Sylvia reduces an intensely brilliant, haunted writer into a weepy, morose slacker whose overriding concern is where her husband is at all hours.
| Original Score: 2.5
If movies were regulated like medications, the label for "Sylvia" would say: "Warning: This film is so depressing it will suck every ounce of holiday cheer from your soul."
| Original Score: 1.5/5
Well acted and seriously mounted, but Sylvia the movie is, nevertheless, very boring.
Paltrow moves us as Plath, bringing poignant humanity to the character.
| Original Score: 6/10
Excruciatingly dull. I shouted, "Hurry up and ice yourself already!" more than a few times.
Atmospheric, elegant and thoughtful.
| Original Score: 4/5
Since the filmmakers had no access to the private self as expressed in Plath's body of work, Sylvia is limited to her public life, which was her death. The result feels like art imitating life, once removed.
| Original Score: 2/4
A literary la-bore of love
Cut through the enlightened pretense and it's Access Hollywood for people who eat pizza with a fork.
The overwhelmingly dark tone and bleak subject matter make this one of the most difficult-to-watch films in recent memory.
While [the movie] catalogs the stormy ups-and-downs of their marriage, [it does] little to illuminate Plath's writing or her fragile mental state.
In turning the poet's life into a package, the filmmakers have done a disservice both to her memory and to their audience.
| Original Score: 2.5/5