I was completely entranced by this film, and whatever expectations I had coming in were met and exceeded. Timothee Chalamet's performance conveyed the feelings that words alone don't. The writing was as beautiful as the Northern Italy backdrop and made the whole two hours feel like a vacation in itself. This movie exuded a theme more effortlessly and effectively than I have ever seen before in its focus on the human body and form. Even in the more non-physical scenes, the camera work and body language of the actors continue to ooze with physicality and builds the tension and anticipation of the physical moments. Every second of it stayed true to itself, and the product was profoundly unique. As Oliver felt so quickly, we also find ourselves at home in the villa sooner than we expected. The ensemble carried the world along as Elio and Oliver occupied and steered it- and the one time they lose control of command, Michael Stuhlbarg's character brings order it all so, so elegantly.

When I finished this movie, I knew I liked it very much and thought I would be able to leave it at that. However, over the days following, my mind just kept returning to it. I found myself listening to the soundtrack, re-watching scenes, contemplating it further... I just could not get it out of my head. I realized how great an impact this movie had on me, and discovered that it had turned itself into a very treasured movie for me and perhaps my favorite of the year.

Watched by myself at Rua home in Miami, FL.