This Week in Reading Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman I watched this movie in theaters a couple weeks ago and felt like I was having a tiny gay heart attack every five minutes for two hours. I was immediately gripped by a need to read the original novel, and then rewatch the movie, and then reread the book and then so on and so forth. I used to never watch a movie without reading the book first, but with so many adapted screenplays out there, that type of purity is impossible, and ultimately useless, to uphold. That being said, I rarely feel compelled to read a book after seeing the film adaptation. The movie either so perfectly translates the text that it renders the original unnecessary, or else is bad enough that it quashes any desire to linger in the story longer.
clarity over subtext
clarity over subtext
clarity over subtext
This Week in Reading Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman I watched this movie in theaters a couple weeks ago and felt like I was having a tiny gay heart attack every five minutes for two hours. I was immediately gripped by a need to read the original novel, and then rewatch the movie, and then reread the book and then so on and so forth. I used to never watch a movie without reading the book first, but with so many adapted screenplays out there, that type of purity is impossible, and ultimately useless, to uphold. That being said, I rarely feel compelled to read a book after seeing the film adaptation. The movie either so perfectly translates the text that it renders the original unnecessary, or else is bad enough that it quashes any desire to linger in the story longer.