i finally watched tom ford’s a single man.
the film practices the homosexual male gaze in the most alluring manner, depicting men as ripe and glittery objects.
it’s not like i’ve never seen beautiful men onscreen before (i have watched casino royale quiiite a few times), but i’ve never seen men so unaware that they’re being ogled at, so vulnerable to being consumed with my eyes.
the women are beautiful too, but they are seen as a set of beautiful parts: soft lips dragging on a cigarette, perfectly manicured eye makeup, shiny mary-jane shoes. they are not a whole entity that can be possessed.
i think laura mulvey would be quite proud.