“A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.”
I honestly can’t think of one thing that I didn’t enjoy about A Single Man.
This was, hands down, one of the best films I have seen in such a long time. I literally just left the Glasgow Film Theatre and can’t get it out of my head. I feel the need to state the obvious: it was beautiful. No, not beautiful. Gorgeous.Tom Ford really hit one out of the ballpark with his directorial debut, and all I’ve got to say is that I want him to put down the sewing machine for a while and stay behind a camera.
Ford really applied the theory of, “the only thing hotter than sex is not having sex,” because this was by far so sexually filled, and yet so stoic that the tension was simply perfect. The same went with the dialog. Literally, not one single line or image was expendable. Everything meant something, everything was necessary, and everything was the epitome of aesthetically pleasing. The ending was also a great combination of happy/sad, positive/negative. Such a myriad of emotions. It tells you everything and nothing. So many layers and just a really wonderful film.
-E
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