Tom Ford's A Single Man.
I don't know why I put off seeing it so long, when I knew I'd love it. And I did - love at first sight, or first scene. It's an absolute smorgasbord of beautiful things [of course, I mean, who are we kidding - it's Tom Ford], not least of which is the delight that is Mr Darcy aka Colin Firth, putting in a breathtaking performance of a university lecturer dealing with the loss of his lover. Another gem is Nicholas Hoult's Lolita-esque student, hinting at but never quite saying his intentions, holding all the power but in such a way that emphasises the vulnerability in Firth.
The nuances of this film are the icing on what is already a very delicious cake - the hesitancy and self-doubt that Firth portrays allows us to see for ourselves the context of the situation, to draw our own conclusions without having them thrust clumsily upon us, as is the wont of modern-day blockbusters.
Living a lonely life, hiding a true persona, the uncertainty inherent in embarking upon a new relationship - all are themes which we can ourselves empathise with, yet the environment and the beauty of Ford's film is something we can only aspire to.
Watch it. Please.
One of my favourite parts of the film is the orderliness of George's life, the systematic way of setting out his accoutrements, in clear juxtaposition to the disorder of his emotions, his grief and lust and ennui.