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Five Cent Cine At Home: Call Me by Your Name

Codes of Love

It could have been titled “Summer of ’83,” after the film it most resembles, “Summer of ’42,” the poignant, sensuous coming-of-age vacation classic. But “Call Me by Your Name”— a private, coded way of expressing the oneness of lovers — has the virtue of suggesting this film’s complexity, subtlety, and intensity.

Set in northeast Italy, “Call Me by Your Name” unveils the relationship between 17-year-old Elio (Timothée Chalamet), and thirtyish Oliver (Armie Hammer), a graduate student who has come to live in the family summer home while working with Elio’s father (Michael Stuhlbarg), a professor of Greco-Roman antiquities. Age is not their only difference. Elio is short, teen-skinny, playful, and angular; Oliver is tall, stolid, and, next to Elio, enormous and awkward. Moreover, Elio’s world is elite, cosmopolitan and multi-lingual; Oliver is the brash, over-confident American, whose favorite expression is “later” (he sounds eerily like Don Draper of TV’s “Mad Men”). For all his sophistication, Elio hasn’t yet abandoned life as a teenager. He has a girlfriend, is comfortable in his youth culture, and goes everywhere on a bicycle.

Elio and Oliver are dissimilar, too, because this is Elio’s story, not Oliver’s, a story line accentuated by director Luca Guadagnino (“I Am Love,” 2009) in the way the protagonists are filmed. Guadagnino avoids the shot/reverse shot sequences that would suggest equality, and favors Elio with close-ups while showing Oliver at a distance. Despite their age difference, Elio and Oliver both are smart, educated, cultured secular Jews. They share an appreciation for and knowledge of music. In one of the film’s most evocative and nuanced scenes of courtship, Elio, a precocious pianist, and Oliver test each other and celebrate a developing understanding while Elio plays cryptic variations on a Bach aria they both know well.

Despite their age difference, Elio and Oliver both are smart, educated, cultured secular Jews.

Things move forward from there, as Elio and Oliver discuss books, play in the pool, and go bike-riding, but the progress is hardly linear. While there’s desire on both sides, there’s also reticence. Oliver risks violating his internship with Elio’s father; Elio is in forbidden territory, especially in 1983. The confluence of these two arcs — Oliver’s reluctance, Elio’s cautious awakening to a new kind of desire — is one source of the film’s intensity and its deliberate pace.

Another is James Ivory’s erudite, spare, and character-appropriate screenplay, adapted from the novel by André Aciman. The screenplay has been widely and rightly praised, and is nominated for an Academy Award. Even so, two scenes don’t work, both involving Elio’s parents. In one, Elio’s mother (Amira Casar) approaches her husband, seated in a chair, and Elio, who appears to be curled up at his feet. She reads a German fairy tale, whose metaphoric message is cloyingly relevant to Elio’s situation.

The second inapt scene intrudes later, after Oliver and Elio have consummated their relationship and Oliver has departed. Elio’s father, known by his last name, Perlman, invites his son into his dark study and begins talking. The scene now has its own name — the “monologue.” Full-page advertisements in the New York Times tout the screenplay, quoting multiple lines from the monologue, as if it were the key to Ivory’s adaptation and the film’s success.

This perspective is flawed, even wrong. In a film all about the subtlety of communication — a dance of words and emotions — the monologue comes across as the Gettysburg Address, delivered as if Dad had been crafting it for days. In a film all about ambivalence and insecurity, the monologue is about a father knowing best (“I am not such a parent”). In a film all about a young man negotiating an unfamiliar sense of self, the monologue is Perlman telling his son what he should and should not feel, treating Elio like a child (“if there is pain, nurse it”).

One justification for this father-son piece is that Elio desperately needs his father’s understanding and approval, to be welcomed back into the bosom of his family. There is a hint of the latter in the film’s final shots, when a tormented Elio turns from the fireplace and glances back at domestic activity behind him. But even if Elio has such needs, he’s far too mature, independent, and thoughtful to be forced into silence — by Ivory’s screenplay — at this critical moment in his life.


Date: 2017

Director: Luca Guadagnino

Starring: Timothée Chalamet, Armie Hammer, Michael Stuhlbarg and Amira Casar.

Subtitled in English; Language: English, Italian, French

Call Me by Your Name ★★★ ½ (0ut of 4 stars)

Oscars: Won: Best Adapted Screenplay (James Ivory); Nominated: Oscar Best Performance by an Actor (Timothée Chalamet); Best Motion Picture of the Year (Peter Spears, Luca Guadagnino, Emilie Georges, Marco Morabito); Best Achievement in Music Written for Motion Pictures (Original Song) (Sufjan Stevens) For song “Mystery of Love.”

Runtime: 132 minutes

Availability: For rent or purchase: Amazon, Apple TV, Redbox and elsewhere.  See JustWatch here.

Review originally ran 3.1.2018


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William Graebner is Emeritus Professor of History, State University of New York, Fredonia, where he taught courses on film and American culture. He is the author or co-author of 11 books and more than 50 scholarly articles, including essays on “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,” “McCabe and Mrs. Miller,” “The Poseidon Adventure,” and zombie films as they relate to the Holocaust. Dianne Bennett, the first woman to head a large U.S. law firm, is a retired U.S. tax lawyer.

Dianne and Bill were early and passionate attendees at the Toronto Film Festival, and today enjoy the film scenes of Los Angeles, Rome, London, and Buffalo, New York. They began reviewing films for the Rome-based website “TheAmerican/inItalia” in 2016, have maintained a blog on Rome for a decade, and published two alternative guidebooks to the Eternal City. They still can’t resist going to the movies, not to mention the ensuing discussions, sometimes heated, over a bottle of Arneis at the nearest wine bar.

​And that's just the beginning of our reviewing process. For one or two hours we discuss the film, as one of us takes notes. The notetaker transcribes the notes and prints two copies. Dianne or Bill (usually depending on who had the most compelling understanding of the film, or who was most taken with it) writes the first draft of the review--supposedly taking into account the views of the other--which is followed by 3, 4, or even 7 more drafts. At some point, sometimes days later, when we're both comfortable with the result (or accepting of it, anyway), it's done.

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