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1.30.2003  

the longest hours of your life. courtesy of philip glass.
dang, i almost forgot – i’m remiss in posting the third in our series of decorative-yet-functional movie reviews: the hours.

here’s the summary: this is a story about three chicks – one of whom is virginia woolf, the other two of whom are not virginia woolf. so, there’s virginia woolf, who’s going pretty batty in the 20’s while writing the book mrs. dalloway, then there’s a repressed housewife in the 50’s who’s reading mrs. dalloway, and then there’s a woman in the 80’s whose life is sort of mirroring the story of mrs. dalloway.

yeah, it’s all very literary and takes itself really seriously and seems a bit too precious, doesn’t it?

anyway, the performances are stunning, there’s no denying that. nicole kidman is going to be dancing all around her house naked, holding her academy award and saying in a sing-songy voice “i got mine before tommy got hiiiis.” you go with your naked, gloating self, nicole.

the score has gotten a lot of attention. it’s by philip glass. this might be a big deal to you. it is not a big deal to me. the first five minutes or so of the movie are nothing but visuals accompanied by his score, which really, truly, starts out nice enough. and then…well, i only wish i wasn’t mooching off blogger for this free site so i had server space to post an mp3 for you. let me see if i can somehow convey the eventual tone of the score:

dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah

yeah, that’s about right.

and it does that pretty loudly. while other stuff is going on in the movie. stuff like, you know, people talking. and i almost said, out loud, right there in the middle of the movie theater, “no wonder everybody in this movie wants to fucking kill themselves! i’m gonna kill myself if you don’t fucking stop it already with the dah-dah-dah-dah.”

so, basically this is one of those too-mainstream-to-be-considered-artsy-but-too-literary-to-be-considered-mainstream movies with great performances and a shitty score that actually distracts you from watching the movie. and some people kill themselves. and some other people think about killing themselves, but then they don’t. and there’s some voiceovers. and one special effects scene. oh, and lesbians. and even some non-lesbian chicks who just kiss other women.

and, of course, no one can talk about this movie without mentioning that nicole kidman wears a fake nose. and, holy cow, it's bigger than her real nose and everyone seems to think it was such a brave thing to do. you know, lots of us walk around every day with noses bigger than nicole kidman's real nose. i had no idea we were such freaks. who knew? so, whatever, she wears a fake nose. and it's a really good fake nose. and i still think she looks kind of hot in it.

when it was all over, it was one of those movies where you’re pretty sure that they had some important, life-altering message to share, but either they got really distracted by the shitty score and forgot what it was, or you’re just too much of a doofus to get it.

the message i got? sometimes life is really hard and oppressive and you go a little crazy. sometimes you wish you could kiss other women instead of that guy you’re married to. sometimes you wish you could be with your true love instead of your lesbian lover, but your true love is a gay man, so that’s pretty much out of the question on several different levels. anyway, when those hard times come along, kill yourself.

maybe that’s not what they were trying to say. again, i blame the confusion on the score.

bottom line: if you get off on watching a group of actors who are undeniably at the top of their game, and you want to see why nicole kidman is going to win an academy award, then spring for a matinee. but, just know that it’s not a feel-good movie. except for the girl-on-girl kissing parts.
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