I was (obvio) too young to get all a-quiver when Colin Firth emerged from the fountain in Pride & Prejudice all those years ago. By all accounts, it was something of a seminal moment for gal pals the globe over. But, apparently I should prepare myself to properly fall in love with Colin Firth in his role in A Single Man. Not just him, but his house, his car, his wardrobe, his cocktails, his specs, the lot. It’s no wonder, as Tom Ford, the icon indiscriminately adored by all creatures great and small, has directed his debut film with all the flair and perfectionism that he applied to those infamous bikini waxes back in the Gucci days. Anyway, the long and short of it is that I’m really looking forward to being escorted to the Electric Cinema to check out A Single Man, and if any single men want to book a sofa with a bottle of wine this weekend, let me know.
