Silk

As sensuous as its title, Silk is an exquisitely felt love story that unfolds as delicately as a blooming flower. And as slowly.

Though elegantly staged, Silk is badly written and indifferently cast.

Everything is brought together at the end in a flash of revelation that is spectacularly underwhelming.

Though the film aspires to the epic with pretensions of deeper philosophical meaning, it ultimately settles for being the "Escape (The Piña Colada Song)" of historical romances.

Wan, generically pretty adaptation of Alessandro Baricco's 1996 novel.

By the end of Francois Gerard's plodding, uninvolving melodrama, his boredom will have nothing on yours.

Silk isn’t just bad. It’s utterly mad. It stutters and hiccups from scene to scene, from country to country, but never once does it make narrative or emotional sense.