pureaubaby’s review published on Letterboxd:
thank god there’s ONE winter scene so i have an excuse to sicken myself with this... yet again!
thanks to a nice, italian, trader joe’s wine, these are my notes:
WHAT IF I GROW TO HATE HIM!!!
(ugh and worse, he grows to hate himself!!)
she wants him no matter what
i want to talk about oliver’s wound.,, and how after him and elio kiss he describes it as infected
elio sitting on a step outside awash with color feels familiar; the mutilation of waiting, wondering. i love the shocking moments of intense subjective perspective. like the close ups of oliver’s face the morning after.
merry christmas ❤️
