Saw The Hours today. It astonishes me when a film so faithfully captures the essence of its source novel (a novel that I loved, by the way) and creates a little, perfect world unto itself. I can't get over this movie, it continues to wrench my heart hours later.
Although there's more suicide and tears in this flick than any other in recent memory, it is ultimately about the choice to keep living.
On the heels of About Schmidt and my disastrous Christmas, this movie put me over the edge in terms of facing my emotions about family life, love, disappointment, unrealized dreams, etc.
And aside from all that, it is perfectly performed and shot and the stunt makeup is expertly done.
Canine comic relief: Coney came in the house today after playing outside in the backyard, with a pair of women's underpants wrapped around his neck. I'm not sure I want to know how they got there.
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