Jak-Luke Sharp’s review published on Letterboxd:
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
Guadagnino’s Call Me By Your Name is part fairytale, partly melancholy drug-fuelled trip into the abyss of colour and love. It looks fabulous, the production design and camera work look utterly flawless. The performances from both Hammer and Chalamet are equally impressive. Both actors perform with stoic and subdued emotions, and the film never fails them with its exquisite use of sexual tension. Never becoming overly erotic. Yet the highlight, which of course will come to no surprise is Michael Stuhlbarg, who delivers a breathtakingly beautiful monologue in the last few minutes. It had my jaw firmly dropped on the floor.