"Dying is an art, like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell."
These opening lines, borrowed from Sylvia Plath's poem Lady Lazarus, signify the gloomy journey of Plath's tumultuous marriage to poet Ted Hughes. Those familiar with the American poets' life will already know of her suicidal, volatile nature and of her literary brilliance. However, what the prospective audience may not be prepared for is the dark execution of this tale.