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Watching The Hours

A Twitter friend named Paula has asked for folks to submit ideas for a blog-a-thon about what we think will be the classic films of the future. In other words, what relatively recent movies (namely, from the 21st century), do we think will be considered classics in the decades to come, possibly airing on such venerable stations as Turner Classic Movies? While a number of films come to mind for such a category, one in particular stood out from the rest, and thus is my entry for Paula's blog-a-thon.

Every year, I pick a 'best film,' a movie that resonates with me in some way, and would seem to be head & shoulders above the rest. For 2002, that film was The Hours. For some movies, an impressive pedigree doesn't always equal quality. Thankfully, for this movie, that isn't the case. We have Stephen Daldry directing, he of Billy Elliot and The Reader fame. David Hare's solid screenplay is based upon the exquisite novel of the same name by Michael Cunnigham. And just savor this cast list: Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore, Nicole Kidman, Toni Collette, Claire Danes, Miranda Richardson, Allison Janney, Ed Harris and John C. Reilly. Oh, and did I mention the beautiful score by Philip Glass?

The Hours takes place during three different time periods, deftly shifting between them throughout the film. Nicole Kidman is the real-life novelist Virginia Woolf, in the movie's earliest era (the 1920s). She is setting down to write Mrs. Dalloway, yet her depression and moodiness is taking a toll on her life and marriage. Virginia's long-suffering husband begs and pleads for her not to take her own life. In many excruciatingly awkward and painful scenes, we see that he just wants her to be happy, but that happiness is not always a gift than can be bestowed by others.

Julianne Moore is Laura, a housewife in the 1950s, living in a bland (but pleasant enough) suburban tract of homes with her husband (played by John C. Reilly) and son, Richie. Laura, not unlike Virginia Woolf, is desperately unhappy. In some rather heartbreaking scenes, we see Laura going through the motions of her day, trying to play a role she feels cast in, yet also feeling trapped and depressed. She is reading Mrs. Dalloway. She contemplates suicide. She has a devoted son, and a husband who, while rather oblivious to her pain, adores her. They are not enough.

In 2001, Laura's son Richie (Ed Harris) is all grown-up, the novelist Richard Brown, and is dying of AIDS. Meryl Streep is Clarissa, a weary New Yorker, and Richard's caregiver. Before they both became comfortable with their homosexuality, Richard and Clarissa were lovers. She is planning an extravagant party for him. Richard is nonplussed. He is too ill, tired and bitter to care. He loves Clarissa, still. That is all. Before our time with their vignette is over, Richard's mother, Laura, comes to visit. It is a bittersweet arrival.

The Hours is a multi-layered film. Many of its characters dwell in a depressive state. We can sympathize with their plight, but also feel the urge to want to shake them out of their funk. As in life, it is not always simple to do so. Their lives, much like our own, are shaped by many things: upbringing, genetics, surroundings, choices, and even the books we read. We are both together, and alone. Social creatures that are also distinctly -- sometimes defiantly -- anti-social in our behavior. Yet our lives will never cease to be intertwined. Perhaps more than any other recent movie, The Hours envelopes this reality almost perfectly.


  1. As I recall, we don't find out that Richard is Laura's son until closer to the end of the film. It was a stunning moment for me when all the pieces of the story suddenly fit together into a cohesive whole. It was a truly beautiful film, and one I should watch again soon, now that it's come to mind...

  2. I've yet to screen this. You've convinced me that I most definitely should. Well done.

  3. I love THE HOURS and I love this review...thanks so much for writing this for the blogathon Matt. This film did indeed make me "sympathize with their plight, but also feel the urge to want to shake them out of their funk," a perfect way to sum it up. I had forgotten about the score...that and the photography helped make it a really beautiful film as well. I should watch this again! Thanks again :)

  4. I have not seen this film in YEARS. So I do not recall much about it. But anything with Julianne Moore AND Meryl Streep is well worth the price of admission.

  5. It's surprising to me how many of the films showing up in the FCM Blogathon I still have YET to see. The Hours is one of those picks!

    A great write up on one of Nicole Kidman's films. I learned more about it that I didn't know before. I may just still end up seeing it. Thanks!



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