Novelistic and abstruse, the film—named for Woolf's nostalgic middle-aged socialite, Clarissa Dalloway—unfolds with the very same stream-of-consciousness telling as the original text.
In mining her most intimate anxieties, as a mother and a creator, she arrives with one of the year's most striking debuts, which builds quietly but assertively to an archly edited climax of poignant reflection.