Trudes’s review published on Letterboxd:
I had to see the fireplace scene in the cinema just one more time. There's been little I've thought of since my second viewing of Call Me by Your Name. It's been camped out in the back of my mind as if it were my own nostalgia wreaking havoc on present day, screaming at me saying things will never be the same. Weeks later I'm still listening to the same songs, thinking about the same scenes and feeling the same, if only a fraction, of what Elio felt.
I've concluded that I don't think I'm going to do better than my second viewing. Something with as intense an emotional aftermath as this summer day dream only needs to land once to work. Sometimes it requires the right day, mood and circumstance. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get back to the way I felt coming out of the cinema last month. I'm not sure why I've actively been seeking it out.