The Hours (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Bud Frump |
Scoop's comments in white: Academy members are susceptible to schmoozing. The Hours is a film which received C's from screening audiences, despite some of the best acting in any modern film, but it was a critical favorite which won nine Oscar nods. It features plenty of great acting performances, and the acting contingent is the largest and most visible segment of Academy voters. That group is easily persuaded that a great movie is anything with great acting and high minded seriousness of purpose. Tom O'Neil, host of the award prediction Web site GoldDerby.com got it right. O'Neil said, "The Hours is probably the best example of how studios can bamboozle moviegoers and Oscar voters and Globe voters into voting for a movie that is really, really awful." Not all critics were taken in:
Time Magazine picked The Hours as the WORST film of 2002. That was going some, since Kidman and Co. had to compete with Swept Away and Pinocchio. They said, "For its high-falutin' literary manner, for its eager embrace of politically and socially correct attitudes, for its breathless belief in its own significance, for its sentimental approach to female victimization,for the pretentiousness and torpor of its structure, The Hours takes the prize."
ALERT! PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT! |
My own comments are directed to men only. You need to know this right away. If your wife or girlfriend tries to get you to see The Hours, do anything you can to get out out of it. It is a precious, pseudo-feminist sobfest about dying, suicide, people who commit suicide because they are insane, people who commit suicide because they are in too much pain, people who commit suicide because they are gay, people who commit suicide because they are not gay, and people who abandon their children because they feel like they are about to commit suicide if they don't get away, thereby causing their children to grow up gay or suicidal (or both, in Ed Harris's case). |
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Dr Kervorkian would find this movie a little morbid. Oscar Wilde would find it prissy and lacking in masculinity. Yoko Ono would find it a bit affected. If God is not already dead, he would consider suicide after watching this. I can't stress too strongly that any good things you may have heard or read about this movie are essentially a halo effect derived from great performances from great actors like Meryl Streep and Julianne Moore The value of that acting talent is greatly diluted by the fact that those actors spend all their time committing suicide and/or being gay. Nicole Kidman plays gay, suicidal Virginia Woolf, using the John Cleese upper-class-twit accent and wearing a putty nose. Woolf increases the film's ratio of suicides per person to an uncanny figure of greater than one, since she actually committed suicide twice. |
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Bud Frump's
comments in yellow: "The Hours" was so lugubrious, meandering, and depressing that it took me three evenings to watch it on DVD. The acting is excellent, and folks prone to depression may choose to view it for the sake of cloying empathy, but I wouldn't recommend this film to anyone else.
Making the best of a bad situation, I
found the DVD's accompanying mini-biography of Virginia Woolf worth
the watching. Or perhaps it was merely a needed antidote after
viewing "The Hours."
For technical reasons, I would
recommend one minute of the film, which comes up mid-movie. Julianne
Moore is playing a pregnant housewife contemplating suicide. She's
lying on a bed in a hotel room. The camera is perched above, looking
down. Suddenly, as a powerful metaphor obviously resonant with the
drowning death of Virginia Woolf, funky river water comes surging
into the room from under the bed. The water rises, swells, surges,
and engulfs Julianne Moore. It's amazing to see, and I suspect was
technically very pricey and difficult to film. So skip to that scene
and give it a few viewings. It aptly represents the point of the
film.
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