The dismal tale of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes, played by Gwyneth Paltrow and Daniel Craig.
Unlike Mr Craig's thighs, it lacks depth. We're not given a reason for Sylvia taking her own life, when she has two children in tow (maybe they were part of the cause, this is still left open). She speaks of feeling hollow, and that I can relate to. Of empty unbelonging.
It's good so far as it goes, but it doesn't go far enough.