I got throught the first 15 minutes without throwing up

...but I had to give in after that and delete the thing from my TiVo - so to be fair I cannot criticize the entire movie. However, the first 15 were enough to make it clear that my worst fears of this movie were going to be realized. From our first glance of Paltrow's habitually self-satisfied, smug physog - the obviously badly miscast Daniel Craig (Rupert Everett would have been a better physical match and done a better yorkie accent too) through the speed reciting poetry competition in rooms to silly supercilious sylvia standing up in the punt reciting the Wyfe of Bath (in what was supposed to be middle English) to a bunch of cows (takes one to know one, eh Gwinny) to Plath's mother being played by Paltrow's own parent- yucch!! Just another self absorbed, self congratulatory, snobby essay in 'look at us, aren't we wonderful', and so fraightfully, fraightully English and post war Oxbridge intellectual. Although I sometime lament the passing of the old ways in the UK, movies like this make me appreciate why they had to go. So, no, as you might have guessed, I didn't care for the movie - of course now, that's just my opinion. feel free and so on....