
2017 · Luca Guadagnino
The director in the conversation
The horniest working prestige director, in the culture's affectionate phrasing: Challengers and Queer in a single year made him the center of every conversation about desire on screen, and his prolific pace (Bones and All, After the Hunt) is itself a talking point. Also permanently attached to the Call Me by Your Name/Armie Hammer asterisk.
When you need a good cry, or want to remember what first love felt like — a slow, sensual summer film for an unhurried evening, gentle in form but emotionally heavy-hitting.
Northern Italy, summer 1983. Seventeen-year-old Elio is idling through the season at his family's villa — reading, swimming, transcribing music — when Oliver, a confident American graduate student, arrives to assist Elio's professor father. Over six weeks of meals, bike rides, and half-spoken conversations, attraction builds between them into a first love neither expected.
Languid, sun-drunk, and quietly overwhelming — it moves at the pace of a long vacation afternoon and then breaks your heart with almost nothing but a look. Expect to leave it tender.
Timothée Chalamet is astonishing — all coltish deflection until the mask slips — in the role that made him a star, and Michael Stuhlbarg's late monologue as Elio's father is one of the most quoted scenes of modern movie fatherhood.
Luca Guadagnino directs with a sensualist's patience, and Sayombhu Mukdeeprom's 35mm photography turns peaches, bicycles, and poolside light into a catalogue of longing. James Ivory's screenplay, adapted from André Aciman's novel, won him an Oscar at 89 — the oldest competitive winner in the Academy's history. Sufjan Stevens's songs do a lot of the emotional lifting.
A defining art-house hit of the 2010s that launched Chalamet's career, capped Guadagnino's trilogy of desire, and reset expectations for how tender and unhurried a mainstream queer romance could be.
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A seventeen-year-old and his father's visiting graduate student circle each other through one languid Lombardy summer in 1983 — reading, swimming, transcribing music, saying everything except the thing itself. Luca Guadagnino, capping what he called his Desire trilogy after I Am Love and A Bigger Splash, adapts André Aciman's novel with a sensualist's patience: Sayombhu Mukdeeprom's single-lens 35mm photography turns peaches, bicycles, and dripping swim trunks into a catalogue of longing. The screenplay came from James Ivory, whose Maurice had mapped this territory three decades earlier; at 89 he became the oldest competitive Oscar winner in history. Timothée Chalamet's performance — all coltish deflection until the mask slips — made him a star, and Michael Stuhlbarg's late monologue as the father has entered the canon of great screen speeches about love and grief. The film sits in a lineage of European art cinema (Guadagnino openly invokes Rohmer and Bertolucci) while feeling wholly contemporary in its tenderness. It ends, famously, on a held close-up by a fireplace, Sufjan Stevens on the soundtrack — several unbroken minutes of a face learning what feeling costs.
Lines of influence