This is the second of the three films I was so giddy to see at the Hollywood Theater. I went solo on Monday night and was thoroughly enthralled by the picture. Tom Ford got it right, boy did he ever.
An aside before I write further about the film. I love Tom Ford. He is smart, sexy, thoughtful, and has a magnificent eye. He was born in Texas, but was raised in Santa Fe. Another aside, here. Santa Fe is the capital of New Mexico, which is one of the fifty states of the U.S. of A, not part of Mexico. I say this because my Mom, knowing of our fondness for the Land of Enchantment (see posts I, II, III), bought us a subscription to New Mexico magazine. On the last page of every issue are stories relating how people mistakenly believe New Mexico is not part of the United States and deny citizens and visitors of that fine state insurance coverage and package delivery, among other things, because these services aren’t provided “outside of the country.” Talk about shock and awe! Don’t we learn the fifty states in elementary school? How about taking a glance at a map? Come on people – get with program. It’s really not that difficult. Getting off my soapbox and back to Mr. Ford. Anyone with his combination of provenance, fine looks, good humor, and talent rates pretty highly in my book.
As for the story, it follows George Falconer, played by the dapper and oh so right Colin Firth (those glasses!), as he moves through what he plans to be his final day on earth. Rocked to the core by the loss of his partner of sixteen years eight months previously, George is unable to cope with life. The void left with the loss of Jim is insurmountable, rendering the world dull and lifeless.
Ironically, it is his decision to take his own life that brings color back into his world. George’s senses are heightened, taking in details for what may be the very last time. The eyes of strangers and colleagues at the college where he teaches, the scent of a woman, the color of her lips, the musculature of a tennis player, the brilliant pink of the sky at dusk. It is all quite beautiful and new to him.
Then there are the memories of Jim, the harshness of a world unaccepting of gay men, and the desire to connect, with truth and honesty, to another human being. Lovely.
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