I went and saw A Single Man this afternoon at the Bytowne, which is my favourite movie theatre ever. It was so, so sad and so, so good. I heard a review describe the way he felt at the end of the movie as the way you feel after a really long cry, which is an incredibly apt description that I wish I had though of myself. The movie is sad, but instead of being depressing it is kind of cathartic.
It is also aesthetically beautiful in a way that I haven't seen in a long time. Tom Ford directed it, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how gorgeous everything is. The clothes are absolutely amazing. Look at Julianne Moore. Just look at her.
Is that not the most glamourous thing you have ever seen? Even though she is kind of teary? Her cigarettes are pink, for Christ's sake. Also, look at her freckle-y arms. I am incredibly jealous of people who have freckles.
Also, every single man who is onscreen for more than 2 seconds in this film is completely beautiful.
Colin Firth. Beautiful.
Matthew Goode. Beautiful.
Nicholas Hoult. Beautiful.
Lee Pace. Beautiful.
Whoever this guy is.
Beautiful.
Even Jon Hamm, who you don't even see, you only hear his voice (which is incredibly distinctive, I recognized it right away), is beautiful. It is ridiculous. All the women are beautiful too, but that is pretty standard. A lot of movies are filled with great looking women and comparatively average looking dudes. Tom Ford discriminates against unattractive people of all genders, equally. I appreciate that.
The lesson, I suppose, is that more gay men should direct movies.
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