Claire Richards’s review published on Letterboxd:
The sound of Elio's bare feet shuffling across the hardwood floors.
The fading sunlight, filtered through those tall windows and trees.
The wandering figure of Elio, unsure of what do to with both his emotions and his body.
There was something missing for me in Call Me By Your Name, something stopping me from fully falling under its spell. I don't know how to describe it, or explain it, except that I desperately wish I could find it.
But that one moment of Elio, so conflicted, so lost in his feelings, wandering around that quintessentially Italian house, has not left me.
I need to rewatch this.
But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!
