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I had a great time working with Peter Capaldi on The Hour. I felt such an affinity with Peter. We’d sit on the stairs in our old-fashioned costumes – we both looked extremely old-fashioned, from another world, and somehow I think we felt that. The scene where I told him our long-lost daughter was dead – we stood there looking at each other and we said, this is just so sad. Brilliant writing. Abi Morgan is genuinely interested in middle-aged women, as I am. Often you do a part and think, well this is interesting but not as interesting as my life. Not with this.
- Anna Chancellor, Letter to My Younger Self [x]
(via gusings)
[…] The Hour is a period television series predicated on the idea that the people who lived and breathed during the past were in fact people — that although the patriarchy had a profound effect on women it did not have the effect of entirely depersonalising them, of divesting them of their aspirations and their dreams, of divesting them of an internal life. The patriarchy did not and does not create women who care only about wallpaper and make-up; the patriarchy created (and creates) women whose only sphere of influence was over the appearance of their homes and their bodies, whose only modes of self-expression were the superficial, the ‘meaningless’.

In the fourth episode of the series Marnie argued with Hector about wallpaper not because she considers wallpaper so important in and of itself but for the same reason that armies will fight for years over a strip of land: because one concession leads to another — and she had already been forced to concede so much that wallpaper was all she had left to fight for.
- Mary O’Donnell on The Hour (via horologists)

It has to be the hour that you can’t miss. The hour you have to see. 

It has to be the hour that you can’t miss. The hour you have to see. 

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there are life’s natural heroes. and then there’s you. and your words. 

“The poor man had to get his wife to retype every letter after I’d gone. In the end, he said, ‘Well, if you can’t type, maybe you’d be better at finding the story.’

My first story was a fire in the East End. A faulty boiler. It killed two families and orphaned a twelve year old boy. I doorstepped the landlord until he admitted he was at fault. It made page six.”