The Hours: A Study in Movie stuff.

Ah, the hours. A book I'd nearly forgotten I'd read over the long, long break. Surely, it was a fine book, if terrible. But what of the movie? Should it be a rip-roaring action flick, a magical tale full of wonder and hobbits? Or should it be something far more subdued? Need it be based on the book at all? Yes, probably. But there can still be lasers and such.

The book flows like a movie, really. At least, all the scenes are in the correct order.Very few things need to be added or removed, except for the chapter in the perspective of Sally which was of course COMPLETELY WORTHLESS. A narrative is a must if any meaning is to be conveyed to the audience, otherwise noteworthy things like the cake and Virginia's refusal to look at mirrors would be lost on them.

Seeing as it would be folly to narrate EVERYTHING, music would be important to express mood. Most humans have the uncanny ability to realize mood from music, and it's something to consider when making any kind of movie. An audience will recognize when to be sad, happy, or confounded by the tune, probably by some Pavlovian conditioning due to the fact that every movie uses the same music to express sadness, happiness, and confoundedness.

The actors and actresses should be of my choosing. Richard will be played by David Cross, because they're basically the same. Clarissa by Drew Barrymore, Laura by Charlise Theron, Virginia by David Cross again. Sally won't have a part, seeing as she contributed nothing. Walter will be played by Rob Scnieder, because honestly, he needs work. Finally, Oliver St. Ives would be played by Bruce Campbell, mainly because I love him.

The hours has a whole lot of potential as a movie, but only if hollywood follows my instructions exactly. There needs to be sex, violence, and dancing puppets. There needs to be a giant marshmallow man destroying the city, and they need to live in a world where books are burned to keep information from the masses. What? The Hours is already a movie? And they didn't follow ANY of my directions? Well, I suppose that's what I get for living on the edge.