An English Major's Wet Dream

I saw "Sylvia" today with a sold out crowd at a tiny theatre in Danvers, MA. It was a good film and filled with intellectual references and many quotes from the masters. Actors brooded and debated over the meaning and power of poetry. There were scenes of poetry readings and poetry parties. Made me feel like a fresh, young English major. Which I was at one time.

Of course living in the bell jar was just too much and Sylvia finally managed to off herself. It was sad. And shortly after we see her dead face and her handsome poet- husband kissing it ---- the screen fades into falling autum leaves and words appear on the screen reminding us that Ted Hughes later died of cancer. Then the credits rolled. The lady next to me was crying. I turned to her and said in my most up-beat voice, "happy movie!" --- she laughed.

It really is so sad we lost Plath so early. I wonder what else lingered inside that head that was never shared. I guess I didn't know that much about her. I didn't know she had kids and I thought she died in NYC, not London. hmmm.. I wonder if Ted Hughes was really as hot as the actor who played him.

Gwenyth Paltrow really looks more like Mia Farrow than her mom. Just my opinion.