Film

The Hours

Name: The Hours
Genre: Drama
Released: 2002
Cast: Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore, Meryl Streep, Stephen Dillane, Jack Rovello

Three women, three eras, one novel humming underneath them: Virginia Woolf writing Mrs Dalloway, a 1950s housewife reading it, a modern editor living an echo of it. Stephen Daldry's adaptation of Cunningham's novel is elegant, grief-soaked and unhurried, stitched together by Philip Glass's insistent score. It's for people who want acting as architecture — three towering performances holding up one quiet, devastating idea about time and despair.

TMDb rating

7.3

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