❝ This, I think is the first time I dared myself to stare back at him. Usually, I’d cast a glance and then look away —look away because I didn’t want to swim in the lovely, clear pool of his eyes unless I’d been invited to —and I have never waited long enough to know whether I was even wanted there; look away because I was too scared to stare anyone back; look away because I didn’t want to give anything away; look away because I couldn’t acknowledge how much he mattered. (…) Now, in the silence of the moment, I stared back, not to defy him, or to show I wasn’t shy any longer, but to surrender, to tell him this is who I am, this is who you are, this is what I want, there is nothing but truth between us now.. ❞
You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist.
– Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
“For one, there is a refreshing lack of swagger, a dialed down version of male confidence, if you like, and a more open expression of emotions, of empathy and understanding. And yet is it any less bold and daring, less courageously masculine, for an actor to cry directly into the camera for 4 minutes, over a lost love, as Chalamet does at the film credits roll? Because it sure seemed pretty ballsy.”
