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The cast of the film 'The Hours' arrives for the world premiere of the picture December 18, 2002 in Los Angeles. From left are Allison Janney, Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore, Stephen Dillane and Nicole Kidman. 

 

 

 

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Tuesday, January 28, 2003

9th Annual Screen Actors Guild Award® Nominees  (an excerpt)

Theatrical Motion Pictures

For Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role

Salma Hayek / FRIDA – Frida Kahlo (Miramax Films)
Nicole Kidman
/ THE HOURS – Virginia Woolf (Paramount Pictures/Miramax Films)
Diane Lane / UNFAITHFUL – Connie Sumner 20th Century Fox
Julianne Moore / FAR FROM HEAVEN – Cathy Whitaker (Focus Features)
Renée Zellweger / CHICAGO – Roxie Hart (Miramax Films)

For Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role

Chris Cooper / ADAPTATION – Guy LaRoche (Columbia Pictures)
Ed Harris / THE HOURS – Richard Brown (Paramount Pictures)
Alfred Molina / FRIDA – Diego Rivera (Miramax Films)
Dennis Quaid / FAR FROM HEAVEN – Frank Whitaker (Focus Features)
Christopher Walken / CATCH ME IF YOU CAN – Frank Abagnale (Dreamworks SKG)

For Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Supporting Role

Kathy Bates / ABOUT SCHMIDT – Roberta Hertzel (New Line Cinema)
Julianne Moore / THE HOURS – Laura Brown (Paramount Pictures)
Michelle Pfeiffer / WHITE OLEANDER – Ingrid Magnussen ( Warner Bros.)
Queen Latifah / CHICAGO – Matron Mama Morton (Miramax Fillms)
Catherine Zeta-Jones / CHICAGO – Velma Kelly (Miramax Fillms)

For Outstanding Performance by the Cast of a Theatrical Motion Picture

ADAPTATION (Columbia Pictures)
Nicolas Cage - Charlie Kaufman /Donald Kaufman
Chris Cooper - John LaRoche
Brian Cox - Robert McKee
Cara Seymour - Amelia
Meryl Streep - Susan Orlean
Tilda Swinton - Valerie

CHICAGO (Miramax Films)
Christine Baranski - Mary Sunshine
Taye Diggs - Bandleader
Colm Feore - Harrison
Richard Gere - Billy Flynn
Mya Harrison - Mona
Lucy Liu - Kitty Baxter
Queen Latifah - Matron Mama Morton
John C. Reilly - Amos Hart
Dominic West - Fred Casely
Renée Zellweger - Roxie Hart
Catherine Zeta-Jones - Velma Kelly

THE HOURS (Paramount Pictures / Miramax Films)
Toni Collette - Kitty
Claire Danes - Julia Vaughan
Jeff Daniels - Louis Waters

Stephen Dillane - Leonard Woolf
Ed Harris - Richard Brown
Allison Janney - Sally Lester
Nicole Kidman - Virginia Woolf
Julianne Moore - Laura Brown
John C. Reilly - Dan Brown
Miranda Richardson - Vanessa Bell
Meryl Streep - Clarissa Vaughan

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS (New Line Cinema)
Sean Astin - Sam
Cate Blanchett - Galadriel
Orlando Bloom - Legolas
Billy Boyd - Pippin
Brad Dourif - Wormtongue
Bernard Hill - Theoden
Christopher Lee - Saruman
Ian McKellen - Gandalf
Dominic Monaghan - Merry
Viggo Mortensen - Aragorn
Miranda Otto - Eowyn
John Rhys-Davies - Gimli
Andy Serkis - Gollum
Liv Tyler - Arwen
Hugo Weaving - Elrond
David Wenham - Faramir
Elijah Wood - Frodo Baggins

MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING
(Playtone / IFC / Gold Circle Films / HBO)
Gia Carides - Nikki
Michael Constantine - Gus Portokalos
John Corbett - Ian Miller
Joey Fatone - Angelo
Lainie Kazan - Maria Portokalos
Andrea Martin - Aunt Voula
Nia Vardalos - Toula Portokalos

Empire

Monday January 27, 2003

BAFTA Nominations Announced  (an excerpt)

by Tom King

The nominations for the 2003 British Academy Awards were announced this morning by Sir Ian McKellan and, for a resoundingly British event, it was the Yanks that surprisingly came out on top. With Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers bringing up the field in third place with nine nominations, British film The Hours had to be content with second position and eleven nominations to its credit as the American pictures, Chicago and Gangs of New York, held the top spot with twelve nominations each...

Hostilities will officially commence at the BAFTA ceremony on Sunday February 23 at the Odeon Leicester Square...

Best Film:
CHICAGO - Martin Richards
GANGS OF NEW YORK - Alberto Grimaldi/Harvey Weinstein
THE HOURS - Scott Rudin/Robert Fox
THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS - Barrie M Osborne/Fran Walsh/Peter Jackson
THE PIANIST - Roman Polanski/Robert Benmussa/Alain Sarde

The Alexander Korda award for the outstanding British Film of the Year:
BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM - Deepak Nayar/Gurinder Chadha
DIRTY PRETTY THINGS - Tracey Seaward/Robert Jones/Stephen Frears
THE HOURS - Scott Rudin/Robert Fox/Stephen Daldry
THE MAGDALENE SISTERS - Frances Higson/Peter Mullan
THE WARRIOR - Bertrand Faivre/Asif Kapadia

The David Lean award for achievement in Direction:
CHICAGO - Rob Marshall
GANGS OF NEW YORK - Martin Scorsese
THE HOURS - Stephen Daldry
THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS - Peter Jackson
THE PIANIST - Roman Polanski

Screenplay (Adapted):
ABOUT A BOY - Peter Hedges/Chris Weitz/Paul Weitz
ADAPTATION - Charlie Kaufman/Donald Kaufman
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN - Jeff Nathanson
THE HOURS - David Hare
THE PIANIST - Ronald Harwood

Performance by an actress in a leading role:
HALLE BERRY - Monster's Ball
SALMA HAYEK - Frida
NICOLE KIDMAN - The Hours
MERYL STREEP - The Hours

RENÉE ZELLWEGER - Chicago

Performance by an actress in a supporting role:
TONI COLLETTE - About a Boy
QUEEN LATIFAH - Chicago
JULIANNE MOORE - The Hours
MERYL STREEP - Adaptation
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES - Chicago

Performance by an actor in a supporting role:
CHRIS COOPER - Adaptation
ED HARRIS - The Hours
ALFRED MOLINA - Frida
PAUL NEWMAN - Road to Perdition
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN - Catch Me If You Can

The Anthony Asquith award for achievement in Music:
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN - John Williams
CHICAGO - Danny Elfman/John Kander/Fred Ebb
GANGS OF NEW YORK - Howard Shore
THE HOURS - Philip Glass
THE PIANIST - Wojciech Kilar

Editing:
CHICAGO - Martin Walsh
CITY OF GOD (Cidade Deus) - Daniel Rezende
GANGS OF NEW YORK - Thelma Schoonmaker
THE HOURS - Peter Boyle
THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS - Michael Horton/Jabez Olssen

Make Up/Hair:
CHICAGO - Jordan Samuel/Judi Cooper Sealy
FRIDA - Judy Chin/Beatrice D'Alba
GANGS OF NEW YORK - Manlio Rocchetti
THE HOURS - Ivana Primorac/Conor O'Sullivan/Jo Allen
THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS - Peter Owen/Peter King

Evenings Out

Friday January 24, 2003

‘Remember the hours’

Three lives intertwine around Virginia Woolf’s ‘Mrs. Dalloway’

by Kaizaad Kotwal

Stephen Daldry has made only four films, but with each one he has hit a home run. With Billy Elliot, Daldry told a movingly funny and immensely heart-felt story of a young, provincial British lad who chooses ballet over boxing.

Now, with The Hours, he has crafted a film so sublime that one can’t wait for his next venture and yet, one can’t help but worry as to how he can get even better.

Based on Cincinnati-born Michael Cunningham’s Pulitzer Prize-winning 1998 novel of the same name, The Hours is an existential inquiry into the trials and tribulations of ordinary people leading what on the surface seem ordinary lives. In reality, these lives are nothing short of extraordinary.

The Hours masterfully interweaves the lives of three disparate yet similar women living in different time periods, whose lives are inexorably linked to the literary masterpiece Mrs. Dalloway.

One of the women in this richly textured story is the author of Mrs. Dalloway herself, the enigmatic and tempestuous Virginia Woolf, played by Nicole Kidman. She is living in a London suburb in the early 1920s while trying to recover from the deep depression that plagued her entire life. While in this idyllic (yet claustrophobic to her) environment, Woolf is struggling to begin writing Mrs. Dalloway.

Laura Brown (Julianne Moore) is the second woman in The Hours, a young wife and mother in post-World War II Los Angeles who is just starting to read Woolf’s novel. Brown is consumed by the book. Struggling with her own mental illness, she is beginning to question the entire storybook existence she has chosen for herself.

The third woman in this tale is Clarissa Vaughan (Meryl Streep). Living in New York in 2001, she seems to have become Mrs. Dalloway herself. She is planning a party for her friend and former lover Richard (Ed Harris), who is in the final stages of AIDS-related mental and physical breakdowns.

Two themes are prominent in Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway: the idea that all lives are somehow intertwined, literally, cosmically, karmically and in many other ways, and that even the most ordinary lives are truly extraordinary to those living them. These two themes are the theses upon which The Hours builds its existential angst and augury.

Daldry and screenplay writer David Hare have taken Cunningham’s non-linear masterpiece and created a cinematic tapestry that is breathtaking in the subtle ways which it takes disparate threads and stitches them all together.

As the film moves fluidly between the lives of the three main women and their supporting characters, it shows us how they resonate in one another and how gestures, events and even entire lives can echo with bitter pain and with profound joy.

The supporting cast here is supremely matched to the three leads and as such, the entire ensemble is one of the most accomplished and stunning ever assembled in contemporary cinema.

Ed Harris, who plays Richard, Clarissa’s ex-lover, is made to look depressingly frail and sickly. Yet his performance, which is often a bit too theatrical, seems to be the only false note in an otherwise perfect film. He isn’t bad, he’s just not as modulated as the rest.

Allison Janney (The West Wing) plays Clarissa’s lover Sally. Janney never disappoints, and she and Streep together paint a vivid portrait of a contemporary, urban lesbian couple trying to make life seem more meaningful than it often seems.

While the entire supporting cast is stunning, it is Stephen Dillane’s turn as Leonard Woolf, Virginia’s stern yet supportive husband, that is a dazzling piece of acting. Dillane’s subtle displays of love coupled with his outbursts of frustration at his wife’s inability to get better are heartrendingly real. Dillane’s performance here is a real revelation and while Harris is getting all the supporting actor nods thus far, it will be a shame if Dillane is not recognized for his brilliant work here.

And then, there’s the three leads themselves. Each one is supreme in her own right and to have all three in the same film seems like a cinematic guilty-pleasure of hedonistic proportions.

Kidman isn’t afraid to deglamorize herself with a prosthetic nose, wrinkled and freckled hands, and a raspy, base voice. She is simply getting better with each role, and here she brings depth and dignity to one of the most recognizable feminist icons.

Julianne Moore, who has already turned in one of the year’s best performances in Todd Haynes’ dazzling Far From Heaven, gets to play yet another 1950s woman, struggling with repression and the stifling claustrophobia of suburban motherhood and domesticity.

Then there’s Streep, who with this role should become the most Oscar nominated actor (male or female) of all time. Her Clarissa is such a complex muse of a woman who is struggling with the seemingly exorbitant ennui of her everyday existence. Streep is an actor of such subtlety and depth that one expects greatness from her, and yet one is always amazed at simply how much depth and layering she is able to imbue her characters with.

Philip Glass’s score is evocative and moving, though at times it seems just a little bit too over the top, drawing undue attention to itself.

Daldry’s directing is sure-footed, well-paced, and dazzlingly fluid. He is clearly emerging as an important director of contemporary cinema and I for one can’t wait to see what he has to offer next.

The Hours will leave you breathless, not only by the artistry of cast and creative team, but also by the humanity that it explores with such sensitivity, humor and soulful depth. The film’s exploration of life, death and depression is so attentively dealt with that by the end one leaves the cinema completely uplifted. As Woolf herself believed, sometimes someone has to die to remind others how to live.

Virginia Woolf’s voice-over ends the film with this: “Remember the hours. Always, remember the hours.”

Independent

Tuesday January 21, 2003

Bloomsbury to Beverly Hills  (an excerpt)

The big winner at the Golden Globes was The Hours, starring Nicole Kidman and inspired by the life of Virginia Woolf. But who'd have thought that Hollywood could fall in love with the bitchy queen of 20th-century modernism?.

by John Walsh

At the Golden Globes ceremony in Hollywood on Sunday night, the prize for Best Motion Picture Drama went to The Hours, a film in which three melancholy women contemplate or watch or perform the act of suicide. The award for Best Actress went to Nicole Kidman for her portrayal in the film of the writer Virginia Woolf, a performance that has far more silences in it than words. Surrounded by competition from the ritzy musical, Chicago, the vividly brutal Gangs of New York, the second Lord of the Rings epic and Jack Nicholson's comedy About Schmidt, the £12.5m British film directed by Stephen Daldry seemed to have come from a different world. But it has found favour not just with the Globes jurors. It featured in the 10 Best Films of the Year lists in The New York Times and The Los Angeles Times. And it's a strong contender for this year's Best Film Oscar...

Why does it work? Partly, it's the biographical element, and partly the romantic conceit that literature can affect lives terminally. The most affecting parts of the movie are undoubtedly those between Nicole Kidman (as Virginia) and Stephen Dillane (as her husband, Leonard). They are a well-matched couple...

Actor Stephen Dillane attends the world premiere of Paramount Pictures' "The Hours" at Mann's National Theater on December 18, 2002 in Westwood, California.

 Photo by Robert Mora/Getty Images

Variety

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

DGA noms named  (an excerpt)

Guild picks mix in latest twist

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The Directors Guild of America leaned toward veteran directors and opted for a mix of historical drama and fantasy in the latest twist in the wide-open awards season.

Receiving nods for directorial achievement were Stephen Daldry ("The Hours"), Peter Jackson ("Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers"), Rob Marshall ("Chicago"), Roman Polanski ("The Pianist") and Martin Scorsese ("Gangs of New York")...

Sante Fe New Mexican

Saturday January 18, 2003

"The Hours" Finds Its Cultural Moment  (an excerpt)

by Valerie Ross

The performances by men in this film are also groundbreaking. Ed Harris and Stephen Dillane both offer new insight into the paradoxical depths of male emotional reality. Their performances shed valuable light onto the dark continent of strength and vulnerability that we all know exists in real men but which is rarely, if ever, shown on the screen. Both of these male actors, like their female co-stars, are given the opportunity to shed the stereotypical gendered armor they wear so often in their other roles.

Ed Harris's Richard, racked with AIDS and filled with poetic visions, drops all semblances of his usual tough heroism and the results are raw and startlingly beautiful.
Stephen Dillane, released from the linguistic barrages of Stoppardian intellectual sparring for once, portrays the quiet longing and frustrations of Leonard Woolf with poignancy and eloquent reserve.

Wall Street Journal

Friday January 17, 2003

Hollywood Journal: Campaign 2003: The Nominations --- How to Get a Post Position In the Oscar Horse Race; Nicole's Walk of Fame  (an excerpt)

by Tom King

Michael Caine and Nicole Kidman are out campaigning as if they're running for president; Tom Hanks isn't. Perhaps most surprisingly, neither are the folks behind "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," the film which should have all the buzz -- but doesn't.

Although the attention this weekend will be on Sunday's Golden Globe awards, the prizes that matter, of course, are the Oscars. Some people are already declaring the winners, but slow down: Last year at this time, Sissy Spacek was picking up every critics group's prize for "In the Bedroom"; few people had yet seen Halle Berry in "Monster's Ball." There are upsets ahead.

With ballots now in the hands of voters, and Feb. 11 looming as nomination day, here's an early look at the races, the buzz behind them and predictions for the 75th-annual Academy Awards:

Best Picture

DreamWorks, maker of "American Beauty," is out. Paramount, which hasn't been in the Oscar game since "Titanic," is back. And Miramax, more than ever, is in the thick of it all.

But the biggest surprise is that New Line Cinema's "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" isn't a shoo-in for a nomination. "Two Towers" got better reviews than last year's "Fellowship of the Ring," which had 13 of them. But an inexplicably quiet campaign on the part of New Line for "Rings" -- and a relentless, high-octane one from Miramax, masters of Oscar hype, for the editing hat-trick "Chicago" -- has people buzzing more about the musical than Middle-Earth.

"Rings" "speaks for itself," says New Line's marketing chief, Russell Schwartz. But there may be "resistance" to the film because it "has been received as well as it has," he says. "In this town, that shock always elicits a sort of negative response." Still, both films, plus Martin Scorsese's "Gangs of New York," and Paramount's "The Hours," the best movie of the year, will be nominated in this category.

The competition's feral for the final slot. But "Road to Perdition," perennial Oscar player DreamWorks's big submission this year, is getting little consideration. "Far From Heaven," a darling of the critics, is losing steam. The surprise nod will go to "The Pianist," from controversial director Roman Polanski. The Academy can't resist a Holocaust drama.

Best Actress

Meryl Streep and Ms. Kidman garnered dazzling reviews for their performances in "The Hours," and Ms. Kidman gets extra kudos for donning a fake schnoz to play Virginia Woolf -- and for campaigning like mad. Beyond doing the talk shows, she's been making personal appearances at screenings, and on Monday, after ballots were mailed, the star entertained audience questions at L.A.'s Egyptian Theater. (It's not a coincidence that she got a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame this week.) Meanwhile, Ms. Streep's current 12 Oscar nominations have her tied with Katharine Hepburn as the actor with the most; she'll end the morning with 14.

Count in, too, Renee Zellweger for "Chicago." She is well-cast in a movie that would have been disastrous had Madonna or Goldie Hawn, the first actresses mentioned to star, been its headliners. Julianne Moore, portraying a homemaker who learns her husband is gay in "Far From Heaven," is a slam-dunk. The last slot will probably go to Diane Lane, the adulteress of "Unfaithful." ...

Best Supporting Actor

Look for Paul Newman, as Irish mob boss John Rooney in "Road to Perdition," to get his first nomination in the supporting-actor category. Yes, he got solid reviews, but more than that, he's 77. Christopher Walken, too, who plays Mr. DiCaprio's con-man pop in "Catch Me," and Chris Cooper, who won raves as the foul-mouthed orchid thief in "Adaptation," are favored by Hollywood. Alfred Molina could snag a nod for his work in "Frida" as painter Diego Rivera.

Conventional wisdom would say Ed Harris gets a nod for his performance as a poet dying of AIDS in "The Hours," but a groundswell is building for Stephen Dillane, the Brit who plays husband to Ms. Kidman's Virginia Woolf.

Best Supporting Actress

Here's a category where studios are playing some campaign tricks. Miramax, in its tree-killing onslaught of "For Your Consideration" ads in the trade papers, is trying to get voters to consider Catherine Zeta-Jones as a supporting actress in "Chicago." She has a leading role, but they're pushing Ms. Zellweger as Best Actress. (The Golden Globes refused, nominating both as lead actresses.) But if Miramax's category-conjuring is more successful with Oscar voters, Ms. Zeta-Jones will be a shoo-in as supporting actress. Actors get credit when they do something we didn't know they could do. By singing and dancing, Michael Douglas's wife did just that.

Kathy Bates has two things going for her in this category: She's a vice president of the Academy's board of governors and she did one of the more memorable nude scenes in pictures this year in "About Schmidt." Ms. Moore and Ms. Streep will repeat here, for "The Hours" and "Adaptation," respectively. But forget past faves Toni Collette in "The Hours" or Emily Watson in "Punch-Drunk Love." With their studios not pushing them, it's unlikely their peers will. In a category known for surprises, mark down Lainie Kazan in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding."

Edmonton Journal

Friday January 17, 2003

Actresses find great drama in small things  (an excerpt)

Audience might want a valium before seeing The Hours

by Liz Nicholls

... What makes The Hours remarkable is not just the strength of its performances, led by Kidman in her cosmetically elongated nose, riveting in the fierce, abrupt way she conveys the wayward, distracted energy of Woolf, the sense of intellectual activity, of a rioting inner life, with all its compulsions and terrors. Streep and Moore are wonderful, too, as the former sets forth the agitation of a woman discovering her limitations and the latter the desperation of a woman who's drowning in her constraints. The English actor Stephen Dillane is just heartbreakingly good as Leonard Woolf, Virginia's intelligent husband. In fact, director Daldry directs an interlocking set of alert, watchful performances that are emotionally forceful because they're repressed.

The acting, like the period details of set and costume, is impeccable...

Baltimore Sun

Friday January 17, 2003

Hopeless 'Hours'  (an excerpt)

by Michael Sragow

Kidman's Woolf and Moore's Laura Brown skulk through the film with impeccable impersonations of gnawing dissatisfaction. But the script does nothing to indicate why they feel so unfulfilled and so unhappy. They simply respond to vibrations beyond the understanding of their spouses, whether the hard-working intellectual Leonard Woolf (Stephen Dillane, who gives by far the most dramatically intelligent performance) or the hard-working middle-class businessman Dan Brown (John C. Reilly, who makes little of a nothing part).

This movie is so pleased with its own tenderness that it may bring out the brute in an audience. When Virginia lectures Leonard on how she knows best about her mental illness (a thought her suicide places into question), or Laura looks at Dan's bed as if it's a prison cot, some of us may feel like shaking them.

The Hours goes so far into heroine-worship that it undercuts its own logic. When we hear Virginia declare her love for Leonard in her suicide note, are we supposed to take her seriously? There's no evidence of affectionate attachment in the movie. It makes Leonard look like a paternalistic prig who resents the sacrifices he makes for his wife. Only Dillane's moving suggestion of real yet exhausted emotion salvages the characterization.

Playbill

Tuesday January 14, 2003

For Your Consideration: Theatre Names Being Campaigned for Film Awards  (an excerpt)

by Ernio Hernandez

The barrage of advertisements by movie companies touting their award-worthy artists for various film acknowledgements — especially the Academy Awards — has begun. Among some of the "For Your Consideration" campaigns circulating in industry papers and websites are some of theatre's notables...

"The Hours" is getting some buzz and the complementary push for Best Director for Stephen Daldry (Far Away) and for The Blue Room co-horts David Hare (for Best Adapted Screenplay) and Nicole Kidman (for Best Actress). Stars Meryl Streep (The Seagull) and Julianne Moore (Serious Money) are also mentioned for Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress while Stephen Dillane (The Real Thing) is offered for Supporting Actor consideration...

Chicago Tribune

Thursday January 9, 2003

Nicole Kidman wants characters to get under her skin  (an excerpt)

by Mark Caro

... So Kidman went on a crash course of everything Woolf, becoming a smoker of roll-your-own cigarettes and learning to write with her right hand. (Kidman's a lefty.) Yet by her first day of rehearsals with Stephen Dillane, who plays Woolf's husband, Leonard, she still had not become Virginia.

"I remember the first day, and I was really nervous because I thought, Ohh," Kidman recalled. "But she was starting to exist. I could feel her coming, but you wait as an actor for it to just happen. Prior to that it's panic time because you're waiting, waiting, waiting, and if you start rehearsals and it hasn't happened, you're not so good, you know?"

"But Stephen Dillane, I remember, was sitting in this room -- we're in this country house out in England -- and I walked in, and he and I just looked at each other, and from that point on we were Virginia and Leonard. And it was the way he spoke, and then suddenly my voice dropped. His voice changed. The accents came. It was about the two of us, and that's why he's one of the unsung heroes in this film." ...

 

Newsweek

Thursday January 9, 2003

Catch Oscar If You Can  (an excerpt)

After the best crop of holiday movies in recent memory, many of the year’s Academy Award races are wide open. David Ansen offers his early forecast on the likely nominees

Best Supporting Actor

Put your money on Chris Cooper in “Adaptation.” Usually typecast in quiet, stolid parts, he showed everyone how many colors he had in his repertoire. Another Chris—Walken—seems a good bet for his riveting performance as DiCaprio’s dad in “Catch Me If You Can.” For months it’s been predicted that Paul Newman will get a nod for “Road to Perdition.” There’s a lot of competition for the last two slots: Dennis Quaid in “Far from Heaven,” Ed Harris in “The Hours” and the ubiquitous John C. Reilly, who seemed to be in every movie this year but is most likely to be recognized for his song and dance number in “Chicago.” And don’t rule out old pro Alan Arkin in “13 Conversations About One Thing” (if enough actors see the tape) or Alfred Molina as Diego Rivera in “Frida” or, finally, Ray Liotta’s ferocious performance as a cop in “Narc.” It’s a strong category this year, and the final list could surprise. What about Stephen Dillane as Leonard Woolf in “The Hours”?

Washington Times

Friday January 10, 2003

A waste of 'Hours' when subplots appear  (an excerpt)

by Gary Arnold

... The dependency of "The Hours" on Woolf's real life is self- evident: The two fanciful female protagonists Mr. Cunningham has invented go through would-be crises that fail to measure up. On the contrary, these women's stories remain haplessly cliched and shallow.

It seems pretty coldblooded to use a writer's suicide as the jumping-off point for your book. Nevertheless, the suicide prologue is depicted with pastoral-sinister vividness by Mr. Daldry. It provides the movie with a harrowing downbeat but one that is essentially irrelevant to the rest of the story.

Not to worry, though, since Miss Kidman is immediately restored to us as a younger and less desperate Virginia Woolf. Despite a prosthetic nose that makes her somewhat unrecognizable, Miss Kidman is a fascinating bundle of nerves and moods and specific gestures in this role. Her performance is strengthened immeasurably by Mr. Dillane's believability as Leonard, who has legitimate reasons to fear that his wife might snap.

As the movie evolved, I kept resenting the cutaways from the Woolf time frame. It's only the day with the Woolfs that dignifies the whole tricky conception and preserves a satisfying, self-contained dramatic structure. The Brown and Vaughn digressions prove coy and unscrupulous, and the revelation that supposedly knots them together is a prize tear-jerking groaner.

The Times

Monday, January 6, 2003

Ladies on the verge of a nervous breakdown  (an excerpt)

Nicole Kidman, Meryl Streep and Julianne Moore ooze well-heeled melancholia in the new film by the director of 'Billy Elliot'

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... It’s a handsome production, with a supernal glow over the period scenes (the 1920s segments are a career best for the Irish cinematographer Seamus McGarvey). The Hours could well go on to become the year’s equivalent of The Piano, a feminist torchsong for vocally mute, emotionally complex wives in long skirts.

But for all the swooning from American critics (“a sumptuous quilt of melancholia”), The Hours boasts half a dozen of the worst-written scenes ever committed to film. It’s as if the playwright David Hare, who wrote the screenplay, didn’t care to make a distinction between stage and screen.

It’s strange because the beginning is very nimble cinema, with fluid matching cuts between all three women, before the first act grinds to a screeching halt with Streep’s visit to her former lover, a poet dying of Aids (one heroically miscast Ed Harris).

The result is that most dreaded of theatrical staples — two unhappy people in a room. The same room. Going over the same problems. Round and round. For an eternity, ie, ten minutes of screen time. Listening to the dialogue is like watching blank tape piling up in a spool.

Hare compensates for the static quality of the scene by having the characters baldly state their feelings. Movies — especially intimate dramas like this, which thrive on telling close-ups — require emotional subtext. Hare’s rhetorical, declamatory style of dialogue works well in the theatre of left-wing protest, but it is simply gauche on film as it robs any scene of its mystery. We know Harris is ill and unhappy and suicidal from the moment we see him. His demise is as predictable as a consumptive ingénue in a Victorian melodrama.

If he was telling Streep how he intended to come to her soirée in his honour, it would be a rich scene. But the point of the scene is his admission that he doesn’t want to live. Not only does it take forever to reach this point — one can spot the false starts by the way Streep grabs each new prop for support — but once Harris makes his confession, Hare still has the scene drag on.

It is not a question of pace. A movie can be slow yet boast narrative economy. It is distinguishing between grace notes and novelistic circumlocution. Still, there is something wantonly fun about watching gifted actors hurl their talent on to the rocks of moment after pointless moment.

The Streep-Harris scenes are particularly bloated and repetitive because Kidman’s terse sequences with her husband (excellently played by Stephen Dillane) are so successfully charged with simmering unspoken feelings.

Virginia Woolf is not just a depressed woman hosting a party uptown. She is struggling with insanity and a real purpose — trying to write something she values. Her husband in turn is struggling to police her gently in case of another suicide attempt, without stifling her creativity. Put simply, neither character announces their deepest feelings until a genuine breaking point is reached. The relationship unfolds entirely in the telling gestures between the lines.

Independent

Sunday January 5, 2003

Film Studies: How a small river in Sussex got the better of Nicole Kidman...  (an excerpt)

by David Thomson

... The film is directed by Stephen Daldry; it has a script adapted by David Hare from Michael Cunningham's novel – and I think it is worth saying (and Hare is himself a very good film director) that the script is more taut, more barely emotional and more trusting of the audience than the novel managed to be. This is not to diminish the remarkable novel, or its great debt to Virginia Woolf. But Hare's touch has made the film bolder, more eternal and, I think, more painful.

The cast also includes Stephen Dillane (as Leonard Woolf), Miranda Richardson (as Virginia's sister, Vanessa), Claire Danes (as Clarissa's daughter), Jeff Daniels (as one of Richard's lovers) and even Eileen Atkins – this is a fond touch, for a few years ago Ms Atkins did the screenplay for a fine film of Mrs Dalloway (with Vanessa Redgrave as the London hostess).

You may see from this list that it is as if our best actors have turned out for an all-star game. There isn't a flaw. There isn't one simple story to follow so much as our helpless instinct for seeing connections. This is a great, heartbreaking film.

'The Hours' is released in the UK on 14 February

The Village Voice

December 25 - 31, 2002

Dances With Woolf

by Dennis Lim

If Michael Cunningham's Pulitzer-winning novel The Hours pulled off the quietest of daredevil stunts, maintaining a precarious composure as it retraced Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway in time-hopping triplicate, Stephen Daldry's film version erects a shrine to the art of falling apart. Dive-bombing toward Oscar night, it's an extravagant, sobbing, diva-powered crack-up of a movie, given to epic fits of drama-queen theatricality.

The prologue envisions the by now mythical March 1941 tableau mort: Woolf (a transformed Nicole Kidman), stooped and shuffling but unambiguous in purpose, makes her way to the River Ouse, slips a stone into her pocket, and wades in. Cunningham's opening passage isn't immune from a certain dubious romanticism, but it dares to apply the blazing sentience of Woolf's prose to the final moments of her life; the movie settles for brisk quasi-suspense that, as Virginia succumbs to the current and is swept through tangles of weeds, modulates into grim lyricism.

She wins by a nose: Kidman as Virginia Woolf in The Hours.

Photo provided by Paramount

The specter of suicide thus established, The Hours goes on to follow three women in different eras over the course of a single day, as they begin to write, begin to read, and subliminally re-enact Mrs. Dalloway. In 1923, Kidman's Woolf, spirited away from Bloomsbury ferment, languishes in torpid Richmond under the vigilant eye of husband Leonard (Stephen Dillane), agonizing over a first sentence and anticipating a teatime call from sister Vanessa Bell (Miranda Richardson). Nearly three decades later, Laura Brown (Julianne Moore), a pregnant housewife in an arid L.A. burb, numbly conspires with her little boy to bake a birthday cake for Daddy (John C. Reilly), finding brief solace in her Woolf hardcover and a visit from vamp next door Kitty (Toni Collette). Clarissa Vaughan (Meryl Streep), a present-day book editor living with partner Sally (Allison Janney) in fatigued West Village domesticity, prepares for a fete to honor close friend and onetime abortive paramour Richard (Ed Harris), a gay poet suffering from AIDS-related dementia.

And so it proceeds, an accelerating whirl of madness and genius, fluidly sexual kisses and the alternate paths they symbolize, women on the verge and the gay men who love them. Cunningham's novel, named for Mrs. Dalloway's working title, not only resurrects Woolf as a character but installs her as ventriloquizing high priestess. Through feats of transposition, reversal, and analogy, The Hours provides for the author and her 1925 ur-text an afterlife much like the one its protagonist, Clarissa Dalloway, pictures for herself: surviving in "the ebb and flow of things," "being laid out like a mist." Daldry's movie emphasizes The Hours' rigid schema, enforcing its associations with the relative violence of intercuts. Events in 1923, 1951, and 2001 mirror one another, and where the book gathers force from its various echoes and hauntings, repetitions are here pitched between the comic and the cosmic—does it mean something that eggs are portentously cracked in all three periods?

Needless to say, the painstaking interior prose that Woolf revolutionized and thatCunningham venerates—the roil of "an ordinary mind on an ordinary day," as she put it—doesn't translate easily to movies (witnessMarleen Gorris's flashback-happy 1997 Mrs. Dalloway, whose screenwriter, Eileen Atkins, herself once an onstage Woolf, appears briefly in the New York section of The Hours). The form isn't necessarily inimical—Claire Denis's films are decidedly Woolfian in the way they privilege sensory experience—but the Hollywood vernacular is an immediate handicap. David Hare's script prunes digressions, interjects monologues, and resists voice-over—only for the stampeding arpeggios of Philip Glass's score to rush into the breach. Theater pro Daldry (Billy Elliot) has a taste for bludgeoning obviousness, but at least he cultivates a hothouse atmosphere conducive to some highly flammable thespianism.

Streep and Moore deliver footnote encores to recent triumphs: As in Adaptation, the ever game Streep offers herself up as a figure of some absurdity and infinite sadness (no other actor has a more ruefully expressive half-smile); Moore splits the difference between the two indelible suburban homemakers she played for Todd Haynes in Far From Heaven and Safe. But it's an astonishing Kidman who contributes the film's—and maybe the year's—most inspired turn. Her delivery crispened and her voice lowered by an octave, outfitted in dingy housecoats and a scene-stealing prosthetic schnoz, she skulks through the movie with head bowed, eyes flitting, and nerve endings exposed.

There's a good measure of humor in Kidman's Woolf—a knowingly morbid proto-goth who tends to dead birds and scares the visiting children (including her future biographer Quentin Bell)—but most of all, she conveys the sense of a crystalline intellect raging against and fearfully aware of an encroaching plague (Leonard Woolf in his memoirs noted thatVirginia remained "even when most insane,terribly sane in three-quarters of her mind"). It's a fiercely committed characterization that at its richest suggests the author's own"tunnelling process" that she discovered while writing Mrs. Dalloway—"how I dig outbeautiful caves behind my characters."

The 1923 segments—the movie's strongest—are enlivened by Richardson's flighty Vanessa (who shares a sloppy snog with her sister) and Dillane's sympathetic, fretful Leonard. In New York, Harris, gaunt and unchecked, overacts more than Glass's score, but Jeff Daniels puts in a delectable appearance as not-so-straight man to a discombobulating Streep. Laura's story, a self-contained heartbreaker in the book, brings out the most manipulative in Daldry and Hare, who, at a loss to convey the character's restive intelligence, stress only her tremulous despair. A single unassuming line in the novel—"She has left her son with Mrs. Latch down the street"—is extrapolated into a teary, Spielbergian aria of abandonment. The final puzzle-piece revelation that Cunningham ever so gingerly snaps into place is handled with power tools.

Still, as much as Daldry's The Hours coarsens the book's psychology, reconfiguring its Doppler ripples as cause-effect vectors, it drinks deeply from the original's well of sorrow and locates a similar concluding grace note. There are not only flowers to get and parties to host but deaths to forestall. Weighed down with the fullness and risk of a single day times three, the film leaves its heroines with their lives to live, for now.

Los Angeles Times

Friday December 27, 2002

The hour has come

The Pulitzer-winning "The Hours" shouldn't work as a studio film, but it does — splendidly.

by Kenneth Turan

Michael Cunningham's "The Hours" is a superlative piece of fiction, a novelist's novel that became a surprise bestseller and won the Pulitzer Prize. But, paradoxically, the very things that made it so impressive militated against any kind of successful studio film emerging out of its pages.

Nicole Kidman Julianne Moore Meryl Streep
 

Photos by Clive Coote

"The Hours" is exquisitely written, graced with a gift for elusive emotions and an effortless ability to delineate interior lives. And it has a complex, multilayered plot that intertwines the stories of three women in three different time periods, women linked by their despair and the difficulty they have in finding places for themselves in the world. This trio also share a relationship to yet another fictional woman, the title character of Virginia Woolf's "Mrs. Dalloway." All in all, definitely not the kind of situation Hollywood is most at home with.

Yet, almost against reason, "The Hours" has turned out to be a splendid film.

It uses all the resources of cinema -- masterful writing, superb acting, directorial intelligence, an enveloping score, top-of-the-line production design, costumes, cinematography and editing -- to make a film whose cumulative emotional power takes viewers by surprise, capturing us unawares in its ability to move us as deeply as it does.

For perhaps the best thing about "The Hours" is the fearlessness of its emotionality. Stephen Daldry, a noted British theater director whose debut film was "Billy Elliot," is not frightened of strong feelings but instead embraces them in a way that is often incompatible with the kind of intelligence and restraint that also characterizes "The Hours."

But though the emotion sometimes overwhelmed "Billy Elliott," it is well under control here, a situation that in part results from David Hare's spare, eloquent script, which in turn benefited from his decision to write it without flashbacks and without voice-overs (with the sole exception of Woolf reading her own words.)

While the script departs from the novel in places, it is remarkably faithful to the original's tone and spirit.

Daldry also works well with performers, in this case primarily actresses, and in "The Hours" he got to collaborate with three of the best. Nicole Kidman is galvanizing as Virginia Woolf, Meryl Streep is right behind her as a contemporary Manhattan version of Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway and Julianne Moore is also strong as a 1951 Los Angeles housewife whose life is changed by Woolf's book.

Daldry's success in making "The Hours" an enlarging, fortifying experience is especially impressive because the themes involved are not automatically uplifting ones.

Even the title's reference to the time we have before us is capable of being interpreted in opposing ways, as a span of hopeful possibility or an agony that must be endured.

Ultimately, though not everyone in the piece does so, "The Hours" is about choosing life over death, about why we persist in holding on to our existence despite the pain it is sure to cause us. It's about those things we don't say because they don't fit into words, a film of lost feelings, strange unraveling moods and the importance of what lies beneath the surface.

"The Hours" is not afraid to admit how terrifyingly alone we can be, how deep the chasms between individuals are, how little we care to or are even able to let others into our emotional lives. Yet it shows not only how critical but also how fragile are the attachments we do form.

As Streep's contemporary character says about a particularly intense moment, "I remember thinking, 'This is the beginning of happiness.' That's what I thought. 'So this is the feeling. This is where it starts. And of course there'll always be more.' It never occurred to me: It wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then."

It is, finally, the joy we take in these brutally brief connections, the push-pull between how fleeting yet how indelible these small moments are, that is life's hard-won balm, that is what we treasure even as we learn how evanescent any kind of pleasure can be. As Woolf says of her characters in the midst of creating "Mrs. Dalloway," "Someone has to die so the rest of us can value life more."

It is Woolf we are introduced to first, in a brief prologue set in 1941, the year of her suicide.

After that "The Hours" alternates among three worlds, each finely re-created by production designer Maria Djurkovic. There is Woolf in 1923, simultaneously recovering from a mental collapse and in the throes of writing "Mrs. Dalloway." There is 1951's Laura Brown, at sea to the point of drowning in marriage and motherhood. Finally, there is 2001's Clarissa Vaughn, intent on giving a celebration dinner for her best friend, who has just won a major poetry prize but is dying of AIDS.

While Cunningham's book emphasized the interconnectedness of these lives by alternating chapters about each of them, "The Hours" goes it one better, especially in its early stages, by confidently and intimately intercutting the stories by means of parallel gestures and words.

So, in a tightly cut sequence (Peter Boyle is the editor) about the three women awaking, both Kidman's Woolf and Streep's Vaughn make the identical gesture in putting up their hair. When Woolf bends forward to splash water on her face, the next image shows Vaughn pulling her face out of a basin. When we see Woolf writing "Mrs. Dalloway's" first line, that's followed by Laura Brown reading it and Vaughn saying the modern version, "I think I'll buy the flowers myself."

As the film progresses, more thematic elements, on the order of passionate kisses, are repeated as well. This may sound gimmicky, but it is just the opposite, an exhilarating reveling in film's power to seduce the mind into making the kinds of connections, instantaneous as well as meaningful, even novels can't always manage.

With its own emphasis on repetition, Philip Glass' lush score enhances these connections, heightening the film's emotional quotient and giving the story added grandeur, melancholy and uneasiness.

As Cunningham himself wrote in liner notes to the score, "We are creatures who repeat ourselves, we humans, and if we refuse to embrace repetition -- if we balk at art that seeks to praise its textures and rhythms, its endlessly subtle variations -- we ignore much of what is meant by life itself."

Though Woolf is not the most electrifying character in Cunningham's book, she is that on screen, with full credit going to Kidman's piercing performance, a powerful piece of acting that is unsettling in the best sense.

Unrecognizable in a false nose and Ann Roth's excellent costumes, Kidman has gotten a death grip on this character. Completely inhabiting the role, she allows us to feel, especially in scenes with her sister Vanessa (the always reliable Miranda Richardson), how agonizing it is for her to be banned from the excitements of London on doctor's orders.

We also see the controlled turmoil of creativity, understanding intuitively what a key moment it is when Woolf says to husband Leonard (an immaculate
Stephen Dillane), "I believe I may have a first sentence." These two share the film's strongest scene, a train platform argument about returning to London that ends with Virginia's poignant belief that "you do not find peace by avoiding life."

Though the nature of her character mandates that her performance will not be as showy, Streep is subtle and devastating as Clarissa Vaughn, a contemporary New Yorker nicknamed Mrs. Dalloway and, like her namesake, a confident hostess who can bring irresistible enthusiasm to phrases like "Let's just have buckets of roses."

Also like the original Mrs. Dalloway, Vaughn is shown on a single day, preparing for a party, but a day fraught with personal baggage. The guest of honor, poet Richard (Ed Harris, at times trying too hard) is not only a friend ravaged by disease but a former lover before both of them found same-sex partners (Allison Janey plays hers; Jeff Daniels an old beau of his). Playing a caregiver intent on holding things together, making the conveying of complex emotions seem like second nature, Streep (who appears as herself in "The Hours") gives a beautifully modulated performance whose seeming artlessness masks a wealth of skill.

Coming between these two chronologically, the 1951 Los Angeles section starring Moore as a desperate housewife is, though handsomely mounted, the most problematic part of the film.

In part this is because the tone Daldry has chosen for the segment is less natural and more stylized than the others (witness John C. Riley's obsequious, artificial turn as husband Dan Brown). It's also because Mrs. Brown, alone of the three women, lacks someone she can have an honest conversation with and so, without the book's interior monologues to fall back on, her intentions and thought patterns are inevitably more opaque than those of her co-protagonists. But even with its flaws, this section still functions as it should as a key component of the piece's intricate dance of relationships.

Though "The Hours" makes expert use of both the contemporary novel and "Mrs. Dalloway," you don't need to know anything about either to enjoy this films' lushly photographed (by Seamus McGarvey) riches. All you need is an openness to emotion and a mature empathy for the vicissitudes of human need. A Woolf voice-over that serves as the film's peroration puts it best: "To look life in the face, always to look life in the face, and to know what it is, to love it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is. And then to put it away."

'The Hours'

MPAA rating: PG-13, for mature thematic elements, some disturbing images and brief language.

Times guidelines: Suicides, same-sex kissing, adult subject matter.

Meryl Streep ... Clarissa Vaughn
Julianne Moore ... Laura Brown
Nicole Kidman ... Virginia Woolf
Ed Harris ... Richard
Toni Collette ... Kitty
Claire Danes ... Julia Vaughan
Jeff Daniels ... Louis Waters
Stephen Dillane ... Leonard Woolf
Allison Janney ... Sally Lester
John C. Reilly ... Dan Brown
Miranda Richardson ... Vanessa Bell

Paramount Pictures and Miramax Films present a Scott Rudin/Robert Fox production, released by Paramount Pictures. Director Stephen Daldry. Producers Scott Rudin, Robert Fox. Executive producer Mark Huffam. Screenplay David Hare, based on the novel by Michael Cunningham. Cinematographer Seamus McGarvey. Editor Peter Boyle. Costumes Ann Roth. Music Philip Glass. Production design Maria Djurkovic. Art director Nick Palmer. Set decorator Phillipa Hart. Running time: 1 hour, 51 minutes.

In limited release

The Hollywood Reporter

Friday December 20, 2002

They're the tops! -- Grove's 10 best of '02  (an excerpt)

by Martin A. Grove

Top Ten: Looking back at 2002, it was a year that brought boxoffice riches to Hollywood and also gave moviegoers their money's worth. Beyond the blockbuster franchises that kept rewriting boxoffice history, Hollywood delivered a bumper crop of awards-worthy movies.

10. "Insomnia" 

9. "The Quiet American" 

8. "Adaptation" 

7. "About Schmidt" 

6. "The Emperor's Club" 

5. "The Kid Stays In the Picture" 


4.
"The Hours" (Paramount/Miramax): Almost any film Scott Rudin produces stands a good chance of winding up on my Top Ten list whatever year it may be. Rudin has amazingly good taste in material and has benefited for years from being based in New York where he's a lot closer to the literary world than his competitors are in their L.A. offices.

As I'm also a fan of director Stephen Daldry, whose "Billy Elliot" made my Top Ten list for 2000, I had high hopes for "Hours." I wasn't disappointed when I had an early look at the picture. In casting Nicole Kidman, Meryl Streep and Julianne Moore, Rudin and Daldry achieved absolute perfection. The only problem is that the three of them could wind up running into each other in terms of Oscar nominations. Two of them (Kidman and Streep) are already up against each other in the Globes race for actress in a motion picture drama.

Happily, "Hours" is also a Globe nominee for motion picture drama, supporting actor (Ed Harris), director, screenplay (David hare) and score (Philip Glass).

Like many of Rudin's films, "Hours" began life as a book, but not one that Rudin snapped up in galleys or as a manuscript. "I read the book," he told me. "It was already published (having come out in 1998 when it won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction among many other awards). I bought a copy of it in a bookstore. I went and read it cover to cover in about an hour and a half. I went upstairs and called (literary agent) Michael Siegel (at Michael Siegel & Associates) and said, 'I want to buy this.' And I did. We very quickly made a deal and my original instinct was that if I could get David Hare to write this, he'd find the movie in it. I worked with him on the script for about six months. And then we brought Stephen Daldry in. And then we went and cast it. It wasn't that hard. It was hard work all along, but no lifting of bricks involved."

Hare is best known as a playwright whose work has been produced on Broadway and in London's West End over the past 20 years. Of his 20 plays, nine have been presented on Broadway, including "Plenty," "The Secret Rapture" and the wildly successful late 1998 production "The Blue Room," which Rudin was a producer of and in which Kidman starred. Her brief nude scene in the play was the talk of the town at the time. Hare's screenplay for "Hours" should also put him in the best adapted screenplay Oscar and Writers Guild of America races.

3. "Catch Me If You Can" 

2. "Far From Heaven" 

1. "Chicago" 

AP

Thursday December 19, 2002

'Chicago' Leads Golden Globe Nominees  (an excerpt)

by Anthony Breznican

BEVERLY HILLS, Calif. - The movie musical "Chicago" received a leading eight Golden Globe nominations Thursday, while the film version of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel "The Hours" got seven and the comedy "Adaptation" had six.

Besides "The Hours" — a story about three women whose lives are linked to Virginia Woolf's novel "Mrs. Dalloway" — the contenders for best film drama were the Jack Nicholson road-trip saga "About Schmidt," director Martin Scorsese's "Gangs of New York," the fantasy sequel "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" and Roman Polanski's "The Pianist."

Meryl Streep received two film nominations, competing with "The Hours" co-star Nicole Kidman for best dramatic actress, and in the supporting actress category for "Adaptation."

Other dramatic actress nominees were Salma Hayek for "Frida," Diane Lane for "Unfaithful" and Julianne Moore for "Far From Heaven."

Directing nominees were Scorsese for "Gangs of New York," Peter Jackson for "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," Stephen Daldry for "The Hours," Spike Jonze for "Adaptation," Rob Marshall for "Chicago" and Alexander Payne for "About Schmidt."

In a blur between reality and fiction, Kaufman was credited along with his fictional twin brother "Donald" in the screenplay category for "Adaptation." Also nominated: Bill Condon for adapting the stage musical "Chicago," David Hare for "The Hours," Todd Haynes for "Far From Heaven," and Payne and Jim Taylor for "About Schmidt."

Supporting actor nominees were Chris Cooper for "Adaptation," Ed Harris for "The Hours," Paul Newman for "Road to Perdition," Dennis Quaid for "Far From Heaven" and John C. Reilly for "Chicago."

Golden Globe nominees are chosen by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association's roughly 90 members, who cover Hollywood for overseas publications. The awards are in 13 movie and 11 television categories, and will be awarded Jan. 19 during a live telecast on NBC.

They are regarded by some as indicators of front-runners for the Academy Award nominations in February.

[Editor's note:  Philip Glass was also nominated for original score.]

Daily News

Sunday December 22, 2002

A career of one's own  (an excerpt)

Breaking down fences, Nicole Kidman plays Virginia Woolf in 'The Hours'

by Graham Fuller

"My experience of her was that she was generous," says Dillane. "It was very easy to act with her. I was truly astonished at her self-confidence and buoyancy, not just because of the domestic turmoil she was suffering at the time, but also because she was in makeup for hours every day."

Stephen Dillane at the premiere, Mann's National Theatre, Westwood Village, CA, December 18, 2002

Photos provided by Rex

The Hot Button

Thursday December 19, 2002

The Hours Is From Venus...  (an excerpt)

by David Poland

I first saw The Hours more than a month ago.  I had some strong feelings about what the movie was and what the movie was not.  But I knew that I had to see the movie at least one more time before I would be ready to write about it.  I saw it again yesterday.  And it was a very different experience. 

For a month, I’ve simplified the experience of this film… story structure was off… there wasn’t enough for Meryl Streep and Julianne Moore to do… the supporting characters were more interesting than the leads… etc. etc. etc.

But somehow, after taking so long to see the film again, I really relaxed into the experience the second time around.  Part of it was the lack of pressure, now that I have seen all the films there are to see and a quiet week is just around the corner.  But a bigger part of the change, I think, was that I knew what was coming.  And in The Hours, that makes a huge difference.  There is a third act twist that, for me, is key to the entire experience of this film.  And it changed how I viewed the first 90 minutes or so… a lot.

While I was relaxing, I lingered more freely in the performances of Streep and Ed Harris and Julianne Moore.  Kidman’s turn as Virginia Woolf is perhaps the most underappreciated great turn this year, with far too many critics and civilians leading with comments about her putty nose.  This performance is much, much more than that...

Meryl Streep is breathtaking.  Seeing this again, reflected in the glory of Adaptation, reminded me of what a treasure this actress is to the dramatic form.  Her skin breathes truth.  Her hair caresses the air.  Her eyes speak louder than any screenplay’s words. 

Julianne Moore also walks this dramatic tightrope with seeming effortlessness.  But there is an odd reflection of Far From Heaven in this role.  She is so reactive here.  Her best scene comes when she is given a great acting backboard… a remarkable turn by Toni Collette.  It is odd, as Collette seems to be channeling a variation on Moore’s Far From Heaven character, but one who is, when she wants to be, wide awake. 

As great as the trio of actresses is, it is the supporting performances that really shine here.  Alison Janney, Claire Danes and John C., Reilly are great.  But Stephen Dillane, Miranda Richardson, Ed Harris and Collette are each worth the price of admission all by themselves...

Broadcast Film Critics Association

Tuesday December 17, 2002

2002 Critics' Choice Awards Nominations