Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
The scent of summer peacefully wafted up as the Northern Italy’s wind swelled like a piece of full-flavored peach, with the incredibly soft outer skin, slimy flesh, and rough-coated seeds. Cigarette smoke, old times on the bike to the countryside. Time moved like flowing sand while the ripened fruits leisurely split their flesh open in mid-air, sending dozens of seeds flying like bullets to the bare skin, leaving behind a serious trace of pain. Call Me by Your Name possesses an intense level of emotion that’s not easy to explain where the sensory tenderness softens your heart before squishing it under its shoes. Yet you can never refrain yourself from going back, to reassemble the missing fragments and, therefore, to revel in the indelible feelings.
