A Single Man
Longtime fashion designer Tom Ford’s first film, A Single Man is to be applauded for its relentless devotion to aesthetic excellence. Take, for example, the half-second glimpse of a trio of denim- and leather-clad greaser chicks in a parking lot, oozing chic with cigarettes and beehives; the camera’s close inspection of insolently masterful cat-eye makeup. These are images we expect, and desire, from a man of fashion, and well integrated with the mood of the film. So much so that it takes at least half the film’s runtime to realize how little meat is on its beautiful bones.
by Marjorie Skinner