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<font size="4"><br>The Hours</font>
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<br>movie review by David Ng</font>
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<p>"A woman's whole life in a single day; and in that day, her whole life." So begins <i>The Hours</i>, Stephen Daldry's prismatic contemplation on female isolation that leaps across books, continents, and time itself. Depicting a day in the life of three separate women, all of whom are connected in some way to Virginia Woolf's seminal novel <i>Mrs. Dalloway</i>, <i>The Hours</i> is at once literary and intensely cinematic. Based on the novel of the same name by Michael Cunningham, it weaves its divergent stories into a tripartite structure that reinforces and reflects itself.
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