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The Hours
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Character: Virginia Woolf
Directed by: Stephen Daldry
Written by: David Hare, Michael Cunningham
Produced by: Ian MacNeil, Marieke Spencer, Mark Huffam, Michael Alden, Robert Fox
Other cast: Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore, Stephen Dillane, Miranda Richardson
Release date: December 25, 2002
Genre: Drama, Romance
Running time: 1h 50min

"The Hours" is the story of three women searching for more potent, meaningful lives. Each is alive at a different time and place, all are linked by their yearnings and their fears. Their stories intertwine, and finally come together in a surprising, transcendent moment of shared recognition.

Taglines

• Three Different Women. Each Living a Lie.
• From the director of Billy Elliot
• Three women in their search for happiness
• Always
• The time to hide is over. The time to regret is gone. The time to live is now.

Trivia

• Nicole Kidman learned to write with her right hand (Virginia Woolf was right-handed).
• Nicole Kidman loved wearing the prosthetic nose and wore it in private too, mainly as she was undergoing a divorce from Tom Cruise at the time and was attracting a lot of paparazzi interest. Much to her delight, by wearing her fake nose out and about, she found she could easily evade the paparazzi as they didn’t recognize her.
• Nicole Kidman read all of Virginia Woolf’s personal letters, and found that they gave her greater access to her character than her novels.
• Nicole Kidman decided not to imitate Virginia Woolf’s actual tone and voice because she feared people thought it would be comic.
• In 2012, Nicole Kidman did an official audio-book recording of Virginia Woolf’s “To the Lighthouse”, released by Audible Studios
• Virginia Woolf’s dialogue from the book is narrated verbatim by Nicole Kidman with only a few passages omitted as they were deemed irrelevant to this portrayal.

Character’s Quotes

• [Narrating the letter – first line] Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel I can’t go through another one of these terrible times and I shant recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can’t concentrate. So, I am doing what seems to be the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I know that I am spoiling your life and without me you could work and you will, I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. Everything is gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. Virginia
• You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
• Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It’s contrast.
• Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die.
• A woman’s whole life in a single day. Just one day. And in that day her whole life.
• This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity. I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness.
• I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I’m living in a town I have no wish to live in… I’m living a life I have no wish to live… How did this happen?
• [Narrating the letter – last line] Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always, the love. Always, the hours.

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