BB and I saw A Single Man today at the Coolidge Corner Theatre and I'm still trying to make up my mind about it.
It's a lot like a moving magazine spread. Which isn't a bad thing. (It's very beautiful. Very. Especially the water sequences.) But isn't really a good thing either. The script, although it does take a fair number of shortcuts, is solid and sweet and doesn't try to be any larger than the story demands. The performances are excellent. And I am still thinking about it several hours later. But I still don't think it's accurate to say I liked it. I'm going to pick up the book tomorrow. Take that for what it's worth.