Call Me by Your Name

Call Me by Your Name ★★★★½

Gay culture in 2017 is seeing Call My by Your Name; buying another ticket for the next day; dredging up a decade of psychic baggage, because Michael Stuhlbarg told you to; reconsidering your assumptions that Sufjan Stevens sounds like he'd be far too twee for your incredibly sophisticated tastes; finding a corner of your office (which is thankfully empty over the holidays) that's out of sight, where nobody will notice that Sufjan is forcibly and publicly extracting tears from you; questioning if you've been emotionally stinted for the past seven years and ten months, because Michael Stuhlbarg told you to; and then getting subtweeted for missing out on years of sobbing to Sufjan.