Not sure how I’m expected to really feel anything, especially since the majority of Elio’s and Oliver’s relationship is play-punching before making out, in addition to a couple sentences re: Bach and, ironically, convoluted writing that shows they maybe have intelligence in common. I felt a more meaningful relationship between Elio and that peach. 

Also, are we really going to reward a film that cues up end-credits during a prolonged shot of Timothee, crying into a fire, while Sufjan plays underneath? C’mon. My people can do/deserve better than this.