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My Life At The Movies: A Single Man

The Setting: Mr. McCarthy’s grade 10 art class. The Dilemma: My year end project. A marvelous collaboration between the streets and the middle ages, and I was sure my final work was Guggenheim ready. My bearded professor felt otherwise. So much so in fact that he vehemently demanded I start anew. Storming off in a haze of my own vulgarity I found a blank canvas and smashed a can of green paint into it. In fact, I threw everything I could at it. Any and all art supplies found a new, vengeful, life on my poster for adolescent protest. The whole bloody affair took about ten minutes. I got an “A”, and the work was immediately hung up in the high-school’s hallways.

Why? It was art, just like Tom Ford’s, “A Single Man.”A Single Man is one of the most aesthetically pleasing films to enter a reel this year. The story revolves around a single day. A man’s last in fact, and having endured the pain of his fallen lover for months, he prepares to take his life.

“For the last eight months waking up has hurt; it’s the cold realization that I am still here.” These are the introductory words of George Falconer, (the films broken-hearted protagonist). Honest words, words about fear, and most of all words I can relate to. I’ve never had a lover die, (like George did with Jim), but I’ve had a lover leave. I’ve felt that last kiss and hoped it would be everything but. I’ve walked through lifeless days in a lifeless daze,and prayed for bullet riddled relief.

Then temptation attempts to distract me, memories work to frustrate me, and friends say that love can be replaced. Sadly it seems it can’t be substituted by anything, that there is no substitute lover for that person anywhere. It’s like drowning, and right when I’m ready to swallow my death a light flickers through the water. I remember that ‘last kiss,’ that kiss that lead to all this despair… and suddenly it makes me smile. It reminds me that there’s hope.

Colin Firth’s epic role reminds us that life is always darkest before the dawn. That even though life hurts, love doesn’t. Love is that rushed success hanging in the hallway, that unexpected “A” you had to forget yourself to find. Love is like many things, but most importantly it’s a key ingredient to my life at the movies.

Jon Godfrey

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