I promise this won't turn into a blog of JUST movie reviews- but I just saw Single Man and feel the need to encourage anyone who gets a chance to witness Tom Ford's brilliance to do so. Don't do it for the story. Don't do it for the actors. Hell, don't even do it for me- do it for the part of you that loves to flip through magazines at the check stand of the grocery store and look at all the hyper-stylized fashion photographs.
Every single frame of this movie could be paused, printed and put in a fashion magazine. It's beautiful. The costume, the lighting, the placement of every detail. Ford's use of color is exactly how color should be. Colin Firth's life is muted. He's invisible, until he's passionate about something. Characters faces and outfits come alive with bursts of color when Firth comes alive. I want to live in this hyper stylized world that Tom Ford has created.
Okay, maybe I don't.
This movie is heart wrenching. Colin Firth is haunted by the past. Julianne Moore's future is living in it. I don't want to give too much away, but it's tough.
The depiction of the era is perfect. Colin Firth stepped in front of a Psycho poster wearing a skinny tie. I was sold.
And I lied. Totally see it for the story and the actors. Julianne Moore is terrifyingly good. No one does train wreck like her. Colin Firth is phenomenal. Old favorite Matthew Goode, new favorite Nicholas Hoult, and all time favorite Lee Pace (in too little screen time) all help model Tom Ford's latest spread.
Do yourself a favor and see it. Then go home and hug the ones you love.
Or go skinny dipping.
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