The Hours, 2002
reżyseria – Stephen Daldryscenariusz – David Hare
zdjęcia – Seamus McGarvey
muzyka – Philip Glass
na podstawie powieści Michaela Cunninghama
She hurries from the house, wearing a coat too heavy for the weather. It is 1941. Another war has begun. She has left a note for Leonard, and another for Vanessa. She walks purposefully toward the river, certain of what she’ll do, but even now she is almost distracted by the sight of the downs, the church, and a scattering of sheep, incandescent, tinged with a faint hint of sulfur, grazing under a darkening sky...
| 1923 | 1951 | 2001 |
|---|---|---|
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Virginnia Woolf – Nicole Kidman Leonard Woolf – Stephen Dillane Vanessa Bell – Miranda Richardson Quentin Bell – George Loftus |
Laura Brown – Julianne Moore Dan Brown – John Reilly Kitty Barlowe – Toni Collette Richie Brown – Jack Rovello |
Clarissa Vaughan – Meryl Streep Sally – Allison Janney Richard Brown – Ed Harris Jeff Daniels – Louis Waters |
oraz: Claire Danes – Julia, Eileen Atkins – Barbara, Miranda Richardson – Vanessa Bell, John C. Reilly – Dan Brown, Christian Coulson – Ralph Partridge, George Loftus – Quentin Bell, Charley Ramm – Julian Bell, Sophie Wyburd – Angelica Bell, Lyndsey Marshal – Lottie Hope, Linda Bassett – Nelly Boxall, Michael Culkin – Doktor, Margo Martindale – Pani Latch, Colin Stinton – Hotelowy, Carmen De Lavallade – Sąsiadka Clarissy, Daniel Brocklebank – Rodney | ||
The hours
– I don't think I can make it to the party, Clarissa.– You don't have to go to the party. You don't have to go to the ceremony. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can do as you like.
– But I still have to face the hours, don't I? I mean, the hours after the party, and the hours after that...
– You do have good days still. You know you do.
– Not really. I mean, it's kind of you to say so, but it's not really true.
– Are they here?
– Who?
– The voices.
– Oh, the voices are always here.
– And it's the voices that you're hearing now, isn't it?
– No, no, no. Mrs. Dalloway, it's you.
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.The love
– 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's 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.
– Like that morning when you walked out of that old house, and you were, you were 18, and maybe I was 19. I was 19 years old, and I'd never seen anything so beautiful: you, coming out of a glass door in the early morning, still sleepy. Isn't it strange? Most ordinary morning in anybody's life. I'm afraid I can't make it to the party, Clarissa. You've been so good to me, Mrs. Dalloway. I love you. "I don't think two people could've been happier than we've been."
– One morning, in Wellfleet you were there, we were all there... I'd been sleeping with him, and I was out on the back porch. He came out behind me, and he put his hand on my shoulder. "Good morning, Mrs. Dalloway." From then on, I've been stuck. With the name, I mean. And now you walk in. To see you walk in... because I never see you. Look at you. Anyway, it doesn't matter. It was you he stayed with. It was you he lived with. I had one summer.– The day I left him, I got on a train and made my way across Europe. I felt free for the first time in years.
The death
– 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. But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.
– There are times when you don't belong, and you think you're going to kill yourself. Once, I went to a hotel. Later that night, I made a plan. The plan was I would leave my family when my second child was born. And that's what I did. I got up one morning, made breakfast, went to the bus stop, got on a bus. I'd left a note. I got a job in a library in Canada. It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life.
– Why does someone have to die? In your book, you said someone had to die. Why? Is that a stupid question?– No.
– I imagine my question is stupid.
– Not at all.
– Well?
– Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast.
– And who will die? Tell me.
– The poet will die. The visionary.
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