A review by rat
Call Me By Your Name - Screenplay by André Aciman, James Ivory

3.0

The movie adaptation of "Call Me By Your Name" is one of my favorite films to date so it seemed like a logical next step for me to immediately go out and buy the novel. After receiving the package from Thriftbooks my excitement began, how could this possibly go wrong?

Huh, well it turns out that without the sprawling Italian landscape, without all the Sufjan Stevens, and without Timothée Chalamet's perfect little face Call Me By Your Name wasn't my favorite read (though certainly not the worst).

Aciman's writing is phenomenal, his prose are lovely and enchanting, but I guess I just never cared enough about Oliver to get into the plot. Also, the characters are wealthy and maybe this is just me projecting, but my socialist ass just couldn't get behind their whining. "Oliver wanted to take the first taxi. I wanted to take the bus instead. I longed for crowded buses,.., but seconds after hopping on the bus, we decided to get out. This was too real, we joked". (169). That whole scene just rubbed me the wrong way.