Spencer’s review published on Letterboxd:
I've recently been negotiating how I should write about movies. Is it best to be as objective as possible, or is it simply impossible to leave objectivity at the door?
Call Me by Your Name arrives to let me know that it is okay to personally invest myself in the drama, the story, the characters. And it is hard not to! A film this rich deserves consideration for the way that Elio and Oliver's unrequited love for one another is not only specific to their experiences, but also relatable for us, as the audience. And despite the film's setting ("Somewhere in Northern Italy" in 1983), there is something that is timeless about this story -- quick glances, stealing kisses for no one else to see, the thrill you get from the touch of someone else; it all feels so real and so deeply felt. Why should I avoid my personal connection to the film when this medium has the power to move us in ways we never thought imaginable?