Starring: Colin Firth, Julienne Moore, Mathew Goode, Nicholas Hoult
Directed by: Tom Ford (apparently a huge fashion designer but am not too clued up on that)
Based on a book by Christopher Isherwood
It’s been a few years since Brokeback Mountain. I thought Brokeback Mountain would open up the door to a whole new genre that was not just about peripheral characters in inane romantic comedies but about introducing alternative romantic drama to the worlds.
But it has taken this long for a movie to be mentioned in the same breath as ‘I wish I knew how to quit you…’.
Tom Ford, thank you, or keeping the torch burning.
Yes, so A Single Man a great, it is poignant and heartfelt and broke my heart.
It is a story of loss, and discovery that even when you’ve lost everything that means anything, the world continues to hold treasures that are worth living for.
Tom Ford portrays these little treasures by infusing colour on those treasures so that it is easy for the viewer to map the things that go toward opening up Colin Firth mind about ending it all.
It is a beautiful movie with stunning imagery. It had me at the opening scene. But the ink blot on the sheets, the way Nicholas emerges out of the dull colours, the dichotomy of the one made up eye verses the plain, vicious verses tender, and the gorgeous Spanish trick. These are images that linger and offer more than what is on the surface and only an agent who brokers these kinds of images can offer them up so appetizingly.
It is a beautiful story and it resonates, bent or straight.
4 spoons
