A Single Man (2009)
The Gist:
The best way to describe A Single Man is to say that it is a beautifully shot portrait of grief. While that may seem completely complimentary, there are some short comings to that kind of description. Namely, the film occasionally gives the feeling of being too well staged, too beautifully rendered. For the most part this tendency is anchored by Colin Firth's performance, which is subtle and enigmatic. And honestly, the stylistic flourishes eventually won me over, particularly the way color is used to symbolize passion and life. By the end of the film, when Colin Firth recited his voice over monologue the film had me. The sentiments voiced in those final minutes are so honest they hurt and the movie should have really ended there. Instead, it took it one scene to far and it felt like it tried to wrap things up a little toward the end. All in all, they are kind of nitpicking points. The film is rich with moments of tension and frustration and unfiltered beauty, and is one of the better films to come out in the last year.
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