Guadagnino. I'm going to have to practice saying that name. The man knows how to use windows and french doors like they were portals and thresholds and invitations all at once.
We saw this on a three degree night in a refurbished single-screen- all sea foam green and cream- and got to spend a summer in Crema, Italy.
The screenplay is adapted from a novel by André Aciman, who teaches the works of Proust. The film plays with classical v. pop, the echoes of interchange between Roman and Greek art and ideas, made concrete by the abundance of stonefruit and stone, ephermerality and permanence, unearthability. The summers of desire, desirability are few and fleeting and you should probably spend them making art of life, joy of apricot juice.
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Have a year, Michael Stuhlbarg! I'm going to have to get around to finally seeing A SERIOUS MAN now.
