I will watch Helena Bonham Carter in just about anything, including her rather eccentric red carpet appearances. While that was love at first sight, I had to warm up to Colin Firth over the years, and warm up I did finally thanks to Tom Ford’s brilliant esthetic tour de force ‘A Single Man’. Throw Geoffrey Rush into the mix, a loosely true story, and murmurs of Oscar glory before anyone had seen the film and a solid contender emerges. J and I were both rather excited to see it, but in all that excitement got to the theater rather late. We were banished to the front row and proceeded to watch the entire film by essentially staring up at the ceiling. In spite of slightly off proportions due to our front row seats (everyone appeared to have very long legs and short torsos) the film was engaging from the get-go. I won’t go into discussions on historical inaccuracy – that’s beside the point. What’s truly wonderful is how personable Colin Firth’s Bertie is: here is a man of privilege who is unable to step up to the spotlight because of a seriously impeding stutter. We see him genuinely concerned and caring over the future of the country, especially when he confronts his bon-vivant brother (played by Guy Pierce) about their respective responsibilities.