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.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
Seattle Post-Intelligencer by Bill White
Failing to make a lick of rational sense, Silk grasps at poetic straws.
New York Daily News by Jack Mathews
By the end of Francois Gerard's plodding, uninvolving melodrama, his boredom will have nothing on yours.
Los Angeles Times by Kevin Crust
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.
As sensuous as its title, Silk is an exquisitely felt love story that unfolds as delicately as a blooming flower. And as slowly.
Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum
Wan, generically pretty adaptation of Alessandro Baricco's 1996 novel.
TV Guide Magazine by Maitland McDonagh
Cinematographer Alain Dostie's stunning, painterly cinematography is the best -- and perhaps only -- reason to endure this stunted epic.
Chicago Sun-Times by Roger Ebert
Everything is brought together at the end in a flash of revelation that is spectacularly underwhelming.
The New York Times by Stephen Holden
Mr. Pitt is a reasonably photogenic specimen. But this actor, whose typical screen character is a broken, androgynous man-child, is disastrously miscast.
Silk is a snooze. Vacuous, arid and terminally dull, this adaptation of Alessandro Baricco's freak bestseller hasn't a trace of real life or energy to it, and is hamstrung by a lethargic lead performance by Michael Pitt.