A Single Man and that

Wednesday January 13th 2010

As WE ALL KNOW, Colin Firth is one of the most boring men on Planet Earth. Rivaled only by Liam Neeson for sheer dullosity, he’s popped up in crap film after crap film and single-handedly made them all that little bit worse.

Until now.

If there was a graph of my affection for Colin Firth, it would look a bit like this:

You get the idea. It’s an absolutely topquables performance and should walk into an Oscar nomination.

For that reason and many others, I want to love A Single Man. The cinematography (!) is often beautiful and every character wears a variety of amazing Tom Ford suits (big surprise there then) but for every moment of subtlety, there are 3 or 4 ludicrously OTT visual metaphors that make you want to scream ‘I SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE THERE’ until you pass out. The basic one is this:

Nick Hoult’s accent is passable but by no means perfect.

A valiant effort’
Ultra Culture

P.S. Mega props to the BBFC for giving this the 12A it so obviously deserves, rather than the ridiculous (and undeniably homophobic) R rating the MPAA have given it in the US.