Life of Two

Call Me By Your Name

It is strange. I postponed watching Call Me By Your Name. Mainly because, the older I get, I find myself more and more un-attracted to complicated need-to-use-my-brain movies. I really thought this movie would be some of a sort, but I was wrong. So, here we are, Saturday evening, wondering what to watch. I almost succumbed to Alin’s desire for something more … alert, easier, something with guns and mob or superheroes. I can almost hear him complaining that he is not that superficial. Of course you aren’t, honey!

We watched it. I cried at the end.

The almost surreal love story between two men in the early ‘80s it’s exactly that: surreal.

Hell, our society has problems accepting same-sex couples even today, when 21st century hit the 18-year-old adulthood mark. What can one expect from the ‘80s?

The movie won the Oscar for best-adapted screenplay and rightfully so. Its cinematography is sublime.

The kind that takes you back to those lazy summer days when the time is dripping off your skin while you devour a good book or snooze in the sun. And maybe then the silence is broken by the hot bad ass neighbour’s nephew, who is ‘just’ visiting. He casually throws a “Hello” and you mumble something because you suddenly forgot how to speak… Excuse me, I got carried away. But you see where I am going with this, right?

Well, this is Call Me By Your Name. Plus a tender, yet slight testosterony love story.

I went to bed happy I could witness this movie.

The surprise came next morning. I found myself memorising scenes from the movie and in desperate need to hear the soundtrack again. This usually happens when I fall in love with cinematography. I find myself immersed in the story, in the gestures of the characters, in their little struggles and, very rarely, I find myself feeling what they must be feeling. It was the case of Call Me By Your Name. Without becoming pathetic, the love story between Elio and Oliver flew by tragic and landed in romance. It’s not the love itself, or its impossibility, that made me sob at the end of the movie, it’s the rare understanding of it that Elio found in his father. There is nothing more touching than the unexpected sympathy of a parent. Unless you had perfect families, you should know what I am talking about.

So, go ahead, watch the movie! Live it!

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