Luca Guadagnino directs Timothée Chalamet, Armie Hammer and Michael Stuhlbarg  in this Eighties set romance between a holidaying teen and an American grad student. 

A very beautiful, relaxed movie. But essentially it boils down to rich people with rich people’s problems. I’m not entirely sure they even have problems here. I popped out to grab a Coke at the midway point, came back and asked my wife “Have they fucked yet?” knowing full well that the film was a bit of a prick tease and they wouldn’t have. I guess, like last year’s ridiculously overhyped Moonlight, this type of arthouse experience is a sorta Rorschach Test. It is a vacant piece of lushness that the viewer has to bring their own engagement and connections to. I’m a vacant husk though. All I bring is a desire to entertained by more than posh aesthetics. I need more than surface even if it is as sumptuous as this sheeny shiny surface is. All three key male performances are well essayed, Stuhlbarg  knocks his final monologue right out of the park and slam bang into poor old Oscar’s Best Supporting eye. And there is good use of the evergreen Psychdelic Furs track, Love My Way.

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