Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
Because I wanted you to know.
Right now, there's sorrow, pain. Don't kill it and with it the joy you've felt.
At the age of 20, I'm still waiting & yearning for first love to arrive, and willing to let it sweep me far away. Crisp midday melancholy, name’s exchanged for name, your name is my name now. I’m yours and you’re mine. Seventeen, almost fully ripe. Another summer experience encapsulated. Take the first bite into the juicy peach and crush it between your molars, perceiving the tartness that mellows. Soft fruits, green meadows and Northern sunlight swell up the beating heart, until it is ready to burst, calling back to those days with concealed feelings unvoiced. A beautiful midsummer daydream that makes people sob into their pillows when they wake up, realizing all good things have glided elsewhere in the windy afternoon, leaving no specific trace behind but two lines of tears.
Arrogante
Love hurts and scorches during these years of growing up yet there are no regrets, "Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine". Slinking body movements, foot inching closer to foot, hand holding hand, Ryuichi Sakamoto’s piano score and sumptuous Italian sceneries exuding lush sensory pleasures: Delectable landscapes of Crema, blades of grass swaying, the imminent crunch of footsteps and savoury taste of delicious dishes. First love comes and disappears after a fantastical rush of breeze, as this dream has to end at some point. The other person no longer exists; his bed is cold, cleanly tucked and organized. He is a ghost who wanders back and forth around every corner of the room. Mystery of Love and Visions of Gideon both deliver a direct knuckle hit at our beloved nostalgias - Recording, playing and rewinding in the form of a video. Sufjan Stevens’s sensitive tone mildly cools down the sweltering heat and as soon as the final tune ends, something has permanently seared and sizzled inside each of us. “Later” might still ring in the ears, being a doting reminder for memories so they never have to be futilely faded; just wait and we will meet again…shortly.
Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio
XXX
OLIVER...
