The film tells of two stories happening at different times. In 1951, Laura Brown plans a concert for her husband, as she always keeps reading the lady's novel. Dalloway. At this time, Clarissa von, a modern woman, is holding a party for her friend Richard, a famous author who is seriously ill.
The Hours totally engrosses me... It somehow deepens the [book's] themes to see the bodies, scrutinize the faces, smell the money, feel the flatness of the screen.
The script, the score, the sets, the costumes, and the direction are all Oscar quality, and incredible performances from Kidman, Moore, Streep and Harris make The Hours seem like minutes.
The film actually improves on Cunningham's novel, thanks to gorgeous cinematography, a deft script by playwright David Hare ... a mournful, melodious but never intrusive score by Philip Glass and a superb cast.
