April 5, 2003

April 05, 2003 03:18 AM

Tonight I went alone to see a late showing of “The Hours” which is based on the book by Michael Cunnigham. It could not have been more appropriate for me at this moment to see this film. It was both profoundly comforting and uneasy to sit there in the theatre and realize in compassion that you are seeing your own life. This film addresses intensity and significant is the “madness” and tortured soul aspect of the creative mind and the inherent difficulty fitting into society’s/families’ status quo. Rather than disturbing, it is a film about truth. The central characters all brought together by Virgina Woolf’s novel , Mrs. Dalloway, all have a different way of coming to terms with their life and what they need to live it. I identified with all three of the women but found the ultimate epiphany of Meryl Streep’s character to be the most profound. She has found a second “moment of happiness” and this is conveyed subtly and beautifully by this actress. The music of Philip Glass ,which was not intrusive , provided an alternately swift and melancholy enhancement. Quoting Glass about his operatic soundtrack “…as all three have to deal with self-annhilation, with survival, with facing themselves, I was looking for the same sort of coherence in the music, for it to be a thread that weaves its way through all three periods of time, a way to bind them into one… It’s a very interesting idea that the imagnation of a writer can reach that far into different times and different lives and find the connections – it makes a powerful statement about the power of art. ”

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melancholy : 3. Archaic. .. b. An emotional state characterized by sullenness and outbreaks of violent anger, believed to arise from black bile.