Photo Via: Crosby Doe Associates
My producer pal Xan and I had a late night viewing of A Single Man on Friday. I had really been anticipating this picture, because of my interest in design– I like stylized artistic pieces and place a lot of weight on sets and wardrobe. It is entirely possible I went the wrong route in filmmaking, as upon returning to school I almost went to study industrial design and did time working in and around architecture. I might secretly be a scenic, and I have a very small award for costuming under my belt.
The piece is set in what would qualify as my dream home and of course aids in lots of symbolism regarding the house– come and go as you please, glass houses– a home that is “queer” and set apart form the neighborhood– and yet is situated in its natural surroundings almost seamlessly– another theme from the film that “we are invisible.”
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Another theme of the film is that notion of gut-punch big love that leaves you as a zombie, a half-human when its all over. I admittedly sat in fascination as a young couple in front of me did the first-date dance of hand holding to lingering kisses by the time the house lights had come up. I wonder what they’ll remember of the story. I wondered if they were on a journey. Then, I felt really old.