Elio, Elio. Elio, Oliver, Oliver, Oliver...

Rating: 9/10 (10 January 2018)

While I was watching "Call Me By Your Name," I was reminded a few times of the sentiment between Beah Richards and Spencer Tracy in the speech about not being able to remember what it's like to love someone, the way her son loves his daughter, in "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner." Nothing seems forced in this film. It's love with all of that goes with it. The obsession, the crazy joy, the hurt, the first kiss, the last kiss, the sweet touch of a hand on a shoulder, the other people who intrude, or give respite, and all else that goes with it. Armie Hammer and Timothée Chalamet are the key as to why this film is able to reach its beautiful, emotional, highs and lows. Both are so natural, it almost seems like the viewer is a voyeur, watching their relationship evolve from irritation to irresistible . Some scenes say a great deal without any dialog, like Oliver standing across the room listening Elio playing the piano.