There was the potentiality there...I liked some passages (which incidentally were not about Zhivago), but the politics (or as I think of it to myself, the historical lesson / social commentary) actually detracted from this already weak story about a weak man who was, in my opinion, repugnant. Honestly, at the end I didn't even have the stomach to read the poetry collection, I just wanted to distance myself from this character.
Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about, perhaps if I watched the movie I might see it differently. I know there is still much that I don't know about Russia, and I haven't read nearly as much of it's literature as I wish to. It is a work in progress. But when you have masters like Tolstoy, Pushkin, Gogol, Solzenitsyn, and Bulgakov, who provoke deep emotions of awe, wonder and even tears, I want to know, whats so damn special about this book?