Tom & Viv (1994) review

American-born scholar/poet Thomas Stearns Eliot (Willem Dafoe), who's studying at Oxford under Bertrand Russell (Nickolas Grace), "falls in love with" emotionally fragile (and strongly medicated) Vivienne Haigh-Wood (Miranda Richardson), they elope, he decides to work as a banker at Lloyds during the day (which she despises him for doing) and write at night ... except her mental state deteriorates further and she's placed in an asylum.  It's never clear what drew Eliot to Haigh-Wood in the first place other than she "believes in him" and the movie's entirely too stuffy to be slightly enjoyable: I spent the majority of the running time trying to diagnose what her actual condition is in modern medical terms (even though I'm not a trained psychologist), figuring it's either histrionic or borderline personality disorder (she definitely has addictions and is very impulsive).  What makes it worse is that director Gilbert - working off an adaptation of Michael Hastings' play - delights in Viv's outbursts and portrays one of the greatest writers of the 20th century (and a personal artistic hero) as a robotic desk jockey: you might start to believe she's the "true genius" in the relationship when that simply was not the case.