I admit to not having read any of Virgina Woolf’s works, Mrs. Dalloway included, but that probably worked to my advantage as I could take the filmmaker’s presentation at face value rather than pitting it against my own feelings and thoughts about the author and her works. Sure it’s probably not historically accurate, but what do I care? I’m having more fun experiencing the life of the author, some random woman, her son, and the woman he calls Mrs. Dalloway, wrapped up into some package of dramatic entertainment than I’m likely to ever get out an authentic biography. I can only hope that someone pays me the same compliment long after I’m dead.