So last night, I pointed the car north and made the hundred mile round trip I had been planning to make since November. To the same theater where I had seen Brokeback Mountain, The Grandin. Call Me By Your Name was playing in a short run of only a week in one of the side theaters. It was the 5:10 showing, I think there were six of us to see it, but when we came out there was a healthy crowd waiting on the next showing.
It was not the gut punch Brokeback was, but what it was was wonderful. So lush, so perfect in its setting and cinematography. The story, the identifying, oh mah gawd peaches!
1983, will there ever be anything like it again? While Jack Twist met his end these two were on the other side of the world, exchanging shirts. Seeing something like this movie is like being given permission to reimagine ones own life, to walk up to that familiar line never crossed and just tell the guy, hey, I know things. Things I would want to share with you. And maybe it was because there were in Italy, maybe because they were educated, there was just enough wiggle room for that guy to take a chance.
1983 will never come again. Not in my life or anyone else's. The kids coming up they will have there own summer of love. Art like this it opens up something in us that is not natural, to look back and try to inform our own stories by the ones we have read or seen. It is a phenomenon that only recent generations would know of. Being able to look back, and appreciate, and long for.
I checked my local library, they have 4 copies, and a waiting list of holds for it. Yeah, I will be spending some time with this one.
Topic: Armie Hammer & Timothée Chalamet find love in Call Me By Your Name (2017) (Read 887805 times)