This movie gets a 2 from me because it's so earnest and because the flashbacks were beautifully photographed. What might have been an interesting story (I haven't read the book, but now will) is buried in cumbersome directing and editing and a creaky script. The film was interminable. There were too many reaction shots in the interview sequences even when there weren't any reactions. I thought the leading actors were mildly believable, but the others seemed as awkward as high schoolers. I saw this with an enormously respectful audience. I don't know why there wasn't more coughing or sighing or other outright signs of exasperation. Two things in particular made me crazy: a totally gratuitous, but oh-so-tasteful sexual encounter that went on way too long and the reading of long passages of (not very good) poetry that I assume was included to convey the essence of Sarton's novel, but which just stopped the film dead in its tracks. Very disappointing.