The Hours is a beautifully acted, emotionally weighty film that just about earns its stripes, even if it’s a bit too neat for its own good. The anthology structure lets Daldry peel back the shiny veneer of three different decades, showing how society politely ignores its messier truths. Each woman—writer, housewife, professor—appears to have it all, yet none can honestly speak their mind. It’s striking how little progress is made, even as the world modernises. Most unsettling of all? Julianne Moore getting mansplained by a pre-schooler. It's not perfect, but there’s quiet power here. Proudly grown-up, it feels like the kind of film we don’t get anymore—pre-streamers dictating what we watch through their algorithms.
Really enjoyed this film. The sound track is also amazing. Have added it to our list so we can watch it again.
The performances were wonderful. However, Mrs Dalloway is a vastly overrated novel by a vastly overrated writer and this film showed how irrelevant it is to any intelligent and humane account of a person's life. What we witness here is the musing of a self-obsessed and weak-minded socialite who thought she had a Great Mind because she was well-off and used to flattery. The final sentences about looking life in the face sound profound but are meaningless and trivial, like Virginia Woolf herself.