I’m pretty sure there was a collective ‘huh?’ when Tom Ford decided he wanted to direct a film. This decision becomes even more confusing when one considers his choice to adapt Christopher Isherwood’s A Single Man for his debut. When a designer like Ford is involved in a film, there was no doubt that it would be beautiful and stylish; what was unknown was if it would possess any substance. While the ultimate result has been somewhat polarizing, Ford has delivered a flawed film that is often as moving as it is visually lush. Take the scene where George first receives the call that his partner has died. In one long, painful take, Ford captures him as he tries to compose himself and go through the motions one would when given such news while slowly cracking and giving into the grief.
There is no doubt that that film is flawed (I found Nicholas Hoult terrible, the ending felt hollow and one can sometimes tire of exquisitely framed beautiful people…) the film manages to balance itself by giving use scenes with the fantastically talented Julianne Moore and, yes, images that are undeniably moving in their beauty. He also has a knack for accurately presenting mundane events in relationships and everyday life in striking ways. While the fashion world rejoices that they have Ford back, I’d rather have him develop his style and can’t wait to see what he’ll direct next.
The clothes, coming from a man who has designed for Gucci, Yves Saint Laurent and his own eponymous line, are incredible. With George’s perfectly tailored suits are the staple and a dress that Julianne Moore could have been born in; the clothing speaks volumes. Fair warning though, you will feel shabby at the end of the film.