No Wonder It's Bad
By any standards, Silk is a bad movie: pretentious, stillborn, devoid of emotion. It’s a perfect example of how awful direction and performances can ruin an adequate screenplay. Granted, what’s on paper isn’t perfect and it contains a number of ripe lines of dialogue, but the way it is butchered by director François Girard is shocking. There’s very little that this movie doesAnd reading further I discovered why:
Based on the novel by Alessandro Baricco, Silk introduces Herve Joncour (Michael Pitt), a young man who takes a commission to buy silkworm eggs from Japan so the local silk mill owner (Alfred Molina) can stay in business.I tried to read that book (but only managed to skim through it) and I can attest it's utterly godawful. It is a grandiose example of pretentious intellectualoid writing, of form over substance - to the point the only thing I inferred was that a guy went back and forth to Japan trying to take back silkworms (or their eggs). It is repetitive and full of vane grandeur; it is not written to tell a story, but to show off how good the author is (supposed to be).
Couple it with an intellectual French director and you cannot get anything good.