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The Hours isn't a film, it's just a catalogue of applications for an Oscar.
Don't misunderstand me, the actresses in it are all very, very good. There's not one of them I've not seen give a great performance in something else. But here they're all so very busy being Serious and Worthy and Emoting that you feel more as though you're spying on a masterclass. Granted, Nicole Kidman's very compelling as *something* but I'm really not sure if it's Virginia Woolf. And the lesbiotic scenes all feel very awkward, tacked on for 'controversy' (maybe thirty years ago, eh?) rather than necessary.
I also watched The Frighteners last night. It's the film Peter Jackson made between Heavenly Creatures and Lord of the Rings. Unsurprisingly, it's not a patch on either, and the denouement's a bit formulaic, but it's a perfectly good little film. However, it's not nearly enough in love with its own Importance ever to have had a shot at the Oscars.

"Who eats his cock alone must saddle his horse alone"

George Herbert, there. Marvellous.
Apparently male bats have one of the highest incidences of homosexuality in the animal kingdom. Is this connected to the tendency for "GAY!" and "GOTH!" to be shouted at the same people?