Review of Call Me by Your Name (2017) by Nowell M — 28 Jan 2018

Part coming-out narrative, part cross-generational love story, this film aspires to be Death in Venice but achieves only an endless, plodding monotony. Set in a world where people wear their clothes at least two sizes two large and filled with awkward sex scenes (Elio lying in bed fingering, then fucking a peach is the most laughable one), men who wear their gigantic shorts hiked up halfway to their nipples, and dorky white-guy dancing, all but the last fifteen minutes of this film is the kind of turd that doesn't even make a splash when it hits the water.