There were many moments when Tom Ford's beautifully furnished movie brought a smile of serene satisfaction to my lips. His palate is perfectly understated and evocative, and an antidote to the crazed saturation and thrift store assemblage of things like Almodovar's Broken Embraces (A film I very much liked and one that also deals with an anguished man and a tragic accident. I'd love to see them both screened at once.) Every single aspect of this film shows a deep understanding of the early wealthier ranch style 1960s, those people and that Christopher Isherwood story.
The look of A Single Man would not be enough to merit my recommendation. See it for Colin Firth's excellent delivery of a middle aged gay man who has suffered loss. See it for Julianne Moore's perfect performance in a role that one might have imagined inhabited less comfortably by the likes of Meryl Streep. See it for the beautiful face of Nicholas Hoult. (Photos after the break.) See it to hate Tom Ford for being so good right out of the gate as a writer/director/producer. Do ya think maybe something in the Isherwood novel resonated?
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