Sylvia

Well, as a movie, Sylvia is dull.
That's the good news. As a biography,
If it is biography, the project sinks,
Crushed down by its idolatry and carp,
Careless with facts and reckless with its praise,
Enamoured with its subject, but untaught,
Confused as history, unclear as tribute,
Uninteresting as art and just plain vulgar.
Even as an apostle, it offends.

But, hey, I didn't like her anyway.
And him? He wanted blood-red, lusty hawks
But settled down with pigeons from the park.
If that's not fit for Dante, then what is? D

Slothrop: But Gwyneth is hot. Doesn't that make up for its other minor foibles?

Koko: That is the most offensive question ever.