No, not that scene (I mean, what is there to say. "What the fuck did you do?" pretty much covers it, thanks, Armie Hammer).
Instead, we need to talk about the plentiful and repeatedly seen apricot juice.
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| Look in the pitcher. LOOK. |
WHAT IS THIS STUFF! This is the thickest, pulped nonsense to ever parade itself as juice. It is HIGHLY viscose. There is no way it is refreshing. When Elio asked Oliver why he never gave him any signal, and Oliver reminded him of the time he massaged Elio's shoulder, I was like, "And also those times he slurped glasses of 'juice' right in front of you" because I know you noticed that, Elio. I saw you looking. We were all looking. Armie Hammer looks like someone who won a genetic lottery; it's impossible not to look.
I don't really have anything else to say about Call Me By Your Name that hasn't already been said. It's beautiful and bittersweet and gave me for real prickly teenaged flashbacks that made me want to yell "DON'T DO THIS" at Elio several times over. (Teenagers are so dramatic, it burns to remember you were one once).
For now I'll leave you with a Sufjan Stevens song so deeply sad that I have to remind myself not to listen to it at work:
P.S. When was the last time you saw a movie ending so bold?
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