1) The Hours
I was afraid this would be a slightly creepy moderately depressing movie about depression and suicide, and on the most part I was right. There was some incredible acting here, especially on Nicole Kidman's part, and according to the Academy as well (she won a Best Female Actor Award for her role). For some reason, though she looked less classically beautiful, I really really loved her with the prosthetic nose. It was strangely attractive, and I almost prefer her with it than without. I wish I had read Mrs. Dalloway before I watched the movie, but I'm kind of intimidated by it now. I was vaguely uncomfortable with the lesbianic themes throughout the film, but there weren't any graphic scenes, so I was able to stomach most of the kisses. I didn't understand the whole "water engulfing Julianne Moore's character in the hotel room" until the end, when I was reminded of how Virginia Woolf commited suicide. One pleasant surprise was Claire Danes' role (I'm kind of a fan), though it was small. After finishing the film, I recalled that Claire Danes and Meryl Streep were in "Evening" together, though they never shared any scenes. Overall, though I haven't read The Hours, I was convinced with the acting (effortlessly executed by seasoned professionals), intrigued by the stories and how they were interwoven with each other, and inspired by the simple beauty of the visuals of the film.
My reviews of the other films will follow soon.
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