Note: Originally written in January 2015
Subtext is the first word that comes to my mind about this flick. First, there is the groovy single take style with percussion laden soundtrack, sometimes witty and sarcastic and sometimes poignant dialogue, effortless yet honest performances by the actors, gorgeous visuals and predominantly sublime balance of art-house and dark humor. And then, there is the inescapable critique on human ego's and what we prefer when it comes to self esteem, relations et al. Beyond all this, there is the metaphysical subtext of why the movie was shot and cut the way it was done as found in some IMDB forums (Minor Spoiler Alert: It all could've been a dream!). Now, there is art which outright pleases you and makes you leave the theatre with a pleasant feeling down your chest. And then there's art that intrigues you, makes you wonder, be bemused and brings you back in endless explorations of the hidden meanings. This one's a piece of the latter.
Catch more on the flick at IMDB and Letterboxd.
Call me by your name
If paths were to align, there is passion and love, a hurried cascade of affection for the other one
A Quiet Place
What deserves dwelling upon is how the film works as a Rube Goldberg machine, a wonderful contraption