It's a supremely Italian movie. What do people do in Italy in the summer? It's a whole lot of nothing. Point made. But isn't it just wonderful to do nothing in an Italian villa? Ride your bike into town. Go swimming. Read. Dance. Eat. It's a privileged showy life complete with domestic servants. They read French/German poetry, play piano, and speak three languages (why do they all speak French, the local girls too? It's unnecessarily extra if only to make them seem more pretentious).
But let's not let that detract from the careful sensitivity of Guadagnino's directing and the performances of young Chalamet, Hammer and accepting father Stuhlbarg.
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