Self-hating closet-case
conservatives aside, it's easy to forget how far acceptance of gays has come in
our lifetimes. We're reminded in A Single Man, Tom Ford's stunning first foray into directing.
Based on the Christopher
Isherwood novel, and reminiscent of but superior to Gore Vidal’s The City and
The Pillar and Todd Haynes’ Far
From Heaven, the film paints a
sad but exhilarating picture of the post-WWII closet, before Stonewall and AIDS
and Ellen, when being gay was euphemistically called “light in the loafers” and
homosexual relationships could be as normal as they are today but only in
private.
I didn’t see Jeff
Bridges’ Oscar-winning performance this year – he might have deserved it – but
Colin Firth as a man out of place in a world without the love of his life was
the most pitch-perfect portrayal I’ve seen in years.
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