With A Single Man, it is style over content, which almost made me give it two caps. The thing is… the content is amazing to begin with. The emphasis on style — which might not be surprising as director Tom Ford is a fashion designer — is almost distracting sometimes.
Yet this is the reason this will be a short review followed by a long stream of pictures. They are in scrambled order, so they won’t spoil you how the film goes.
Ford excells in taking us to the sixties without shoving it down our throats. He and Colin Firth together show us our single man’s pain without a flinch. The flashbacks to George and Jim’s sixteen years spent together only serve to increase the pain. Eight months after the incident Jim is stuck in the depression phase, and throughout the film which depicts what he is determined to make the last day of his live, we see why. And as unusual as it is, George dying does not sound that horrible anymore, because we learn Jim took everything with him and left George only the motions of everyday life.
Never mind the smiles, this is not a happy film.