Luca Guadagnino’s films are so tangible, you could live inside of them, and you’d be happy to stay there. In Call Me by Your Name, music from a car-stereo echoes off a cobblestone street; lips make smacking noises against a moist peach; sunlight bounces off the mildly-roiling water of a rock pool.
These sights and sounds alone don’t make a movie, but they keep the memory of it alive, like an old love. I often rely on Wikipedia to remind me of plot points from a DC Comics flick I saw hours ago, yet if I ever hear Sufjan Stevens’ gorgeous “Mystery of Love”, I’ll be transported to the scene of our lead lovers hiking in gleeful privacy as fog descends over the Italian mountainside.
