A few weeks ago, very good friend jokingly asked me, "Why do you hate yourself so much that you hate anything gay?" Last night I saw fashion designer Tom Ford's directorial debut, A Single Man. Guess what, I hated it. Because it was gay as in homo, no, as in retarded.
The film is based off a Christopher Isherwood novel of the same title. It follows a gay English professor's (Colin Firth) day, but it's not just any day, it's the day he plans to kill himself. Sound familiar? Here's the thing, Firth's lover died, and Firth is living in the past and he feels like he's drowning, his world is gray, blah blah blah.
Although the film is stunningly beautiful, it's a bit much. I found it to be too romantic, sentimental, and indulgent. Also, can I say that Christopher Isherwood is super boring? Because he is, he's a boring writer. Anyway, there was a lot of corny shit in it, like, there would be vibrate colors every time Firth got a boner for a dude, kinda like in Pleasantville. Oh, and everyone in the film, save for Julianna Moore (who was awesome) and Firth, was a model. And because it's set in the 60s, everyone had awesome clothes. So after a while of seeing very, very beautiful people in awesome 60s clothes, it started to feel like you were watching a weird fetish, and it made me feel uncomfortable. The last time I felt that uncomfortable was when I was 13 and went to friend's house and he wouldn't stop showing me his porn collection.
Anyway, Tom Ford, your movie sucked.
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