Sylvia Plath has achieved a measure of literary immortality and a
certain enduring popularity, but ironically, perhaps less for her
poetry than for her troubled life and eventual suicide. The Bell
Jar might still be read today for its insight into adolescent
depression, but would Plath be famous if she hadn't also been
self-destructive? At any rate, Plath's story has enough tragic
potential to justify a film based on her life: Sylvia, with
Gwyneth Paltrow in the title role. After watching Sylvia,
though, you might very well conclude that Plath's story doesn't have
enough substance to it to merit this much attention; Sylvia is
frustrating because it seems to have the ingredients necessary to
tell a captivating story, but the whole ends up being far less than
the sum of its parts.
The opening is, by far, the best moment in the film, with a slightly
surreal-looking shot of Paltrow's face and a moody voiceover musing
on life and death; it suggests that Sylvia will explore some
very interesting mental territory. And, in a sense, it does: we
follow Sylvia and her soon-husband Ted Hughes (Daniel Craig) as they
struggle to write poetry, make a living, and relate to each other.
Ted soon manages to outstrip Sylvia in the first two categories, as
Sylvia develops severe writer's block, but neither of them seem to
have much talent for communicating to each other, or dealing with the
ups and downs of daily life. Exacerbating the situation is the fact
that Sylvia is very unstable, with a history of suicide attempts.
However, the film becomes progressively (and rapidly) less
interesting as it moves forward. Part of this is likely due to the
film's lack of a clear structure; since we don't know where the story
is headed, it's hard to settle in and become engaged with what's
happening. On the one hand, the film skips ahead rapidly enough that
we're never sure how long we'll spend in a particular time and place,
but on the other hand, it lingers long enough in each spot that we
get the feeling that we should be engaging more fully with what's
happening. The emphasis of the film in terms of theme and character
also never really comes into focus: is it Sylvia's unstable
personality, her search for love, her work as a poet, or her
relationships that form the center of the film? In scatter-shot
fashion, Sylvia throws us a scene focusing on one thing, then
another with a different emphasis, but this doesn't add up to a
The film's loose structure doesn't have to be a liability; many films
successfully take a picaresque or "day in the life"
approach to their material. In the case of Sylvia, the real
problem is that neither of the main characters is interesting. It's
not necessary for us to like them, or sympathize with them, but there
has to be some reason for us to want to watch the rest of the film.
Despite all the screen time devoted to her, Sylvia remains a fairly
cardboard character: moody and erratic, but in a simplistic way.
There's little sense that her passions or her rages arise in a
meaningful way from the story as we see it, and so there's nothing
for viewers to latch on to, and little hope of seeing meaningful
development as the film proceeds.
The only reason to watch Sylvia, in the end, is an interest in
the real life of the poet, Sylvia Plath, but even so, this is a film
with a certain amount of style but, in the end, very little
substance. Lingering shots of Paltrow's face do not substitute for
adequate character development; being faithful to real events doesn't
guarantee that the subject matter will be compelling or insightful,
and Sylvia is neither. It's just depressing.
Sylvia appears in an anamorphically enhanced 2.35:1 widescreen
transfer. Image quality is excellent, with a bright, clean picture
that's free of any noise or flaws, and a generally crisp appearance.
Colors look natural, and contrast is handled well even in darker
The Dolby 5.1 soundtrack for Sylvia is disappointingly uneven.
On the positive side, the surround channels are used reasonably well
even in this dialogue-focused film to create a sense of immersion.
However, the volume isn't balanced well, with the result that
music-only scenes are unpleasantly loud compared to the scenes with
dialogue. The dialogue itself is often muffled-sounding (it doesn't
help matters that the actors, and Daniel Craig in particular, tend to
mumble their lines).
The only real special feature is a trailer for the film. A collection
of previews for other Focus Features films plays automatically at the
beginning of the DVD; unfortunately, these are not skippable. I enjoy
preview trailers quite a bit, but making them unskippable is
of Sylvia Plath's poetry may (and I emphasize the "may")
find Sylvia worth viewing as a glimpse into her life.
Certainly the film is made with solid production values and a fair
amount of style; it just never manages to elevate its material from
"depressing story about unpleasant people" to "tragedy
about flawed people." It's best as a rental choice if you're