Some­times, we need to be left want­ing more

The Observer - - Comment & Analysis - An­dré Aci­man

In news that will sat­isfy fans of pleas­ingly melo­dra­matic same-sex ro­mance, ad­mir­ers of gor­geous Ital­ian scenery and the peach in­dus­try, An­dré Aci­man has said that not only would he wel­come a fol­low-up to Luca Guadagnino’s adap­ta­tion of his novel, Call Me By Your Name, he is busy at work on one him­self. “I would ac­tu­ally love a se­quel to Call Me By Your Name,” he tweeted. “In fact I am writ­ing one.” That chimes with Guadagnino’s own com­ments this year, when he re­ferred to the film as “the first chap­ter of the chron­i­cles of the life of these peo­ple that we met in this movie”. Who knew that it could all could end up as a Fast and the Fu­ri­ous-style fran­chise?

Clearly, the story of Elio and Oliver could not be in safer hands, but the prospect of a se­quel leaves me torn. There is al­ways dan­ger in go­ing back to a story that de­mands a specif­i­cally emo­tional kind of at­tach­ment. For ev­ery Toy Story 2 or Padding­ton 2, which took orig­i­nal tem­plates and made them bolder and bet­ter, there is a Sex and the City 2 (scoff if you like, but I’ll de­fend the se­ries’ po­si­tion in the tele­vi­sion canon until my Cos­mopoli­tan runs dry), rid­ing roughshod over fondly re­mem­bered char­ac­ters in or­der to cash in on nos­tal­gia.

It’s un­likely that re­vis­it­ing Elio and Oliver would be a catas­tro­phe. It just makes me worry that it will un­set­tle what came be­fore it. (I have never for­given Skins for go­ing back to Naomi and Emily in adult­hood, and then cru­elly bump­ing one of them off.) The film of Call Me By Your Name ended on such a note of com­ple­tion that I am wary of need­ing to know more.

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