CALL ME BY YOUR NAME
It’s been a strong year for queer cinema, but Call Me By Your Name feels like the first entry in an impressive list (Moonlight, God’s Own Country) that could become a classic.
Luca Guadagnino’s adaptation of André Aciman’s cult classic novel takes an already sensual and effortlessly romantic tale, and transcends it for a new medium, with superlative performances, cinematography and direction guaranteed to snaffle any number of gongs come awards season.
Precocious 17-year-old Elio’s (Timothée Chalamet) summer at his family’s Italian villa is disrupted when handsome doctoral student Oliver (Armie Hammer) comes to stay and work. As the lazy, sundrenched days unfold, the two find themselves drawn to each other in ways they could never have imagined.
If the coming-of-age story itself sounds straightforward, the deftness of the execution is far from it. The chemistry between Chalamet and a career-best Hammer is as emotive as it is simmeringly erotic – a slow-burn that works in harmony with Guadagnino’s dreamy-yet-eternally relatable emotional ecstasy and intimacy of first love. An instant classic.