July 1983. Somewhere in Northern Italy.

What age did you first watch it? And did you recognize yourself in him? Do you have a different take on the age gap? Let me know in the comments—respectful discussion welcome.

And that’s why we love him. And that’s why it breaks us. Call Me By Your Name isn’t a manual for relationships. It’s a eulogy for a specific kind of ache—the one that only happens when you’re old enough to fall, but young enough to fall all the way .