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//So I’m complete CMBYN trash, and spent a few hours this week making a complicated friendship bracelet in the colors of the movie tie-in cover. I’d be willing to make more of these for anyone interested, but they’d be stupidly expensive because of the time involved in making them.
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//So I saw CMBYN last night and let me tell you, I am not okay.
It was the most beautiful, heartwarming (and heartbreaking), sensual, emotional film I’ve ever seen. I’ve lived my 36 years without experiencing something as beautiful as the brief, cataclysmic love Elio and Oliver shared, and I am poorer for it.
I may be a huge Armie Hammer fan, but it was Timothée that stole the show this time. His raw, emotional performance was gut-wrenching and genuine, and he deserves every award he’s received so far, and any he may receive in the future. Luca’s vision was beautiful, and Armie was handsome, and conflicted, and just as complicated a person as Oliver should have been.
I couldn’t type this out last night after watching the film because I was so overcome by it that I immediately had to lay down (and fell asleep because it was already late), but I definitely cried myself to sleep.
I’ll readily admit that as a full-grown adult, because sometimes even adults can’t handle their feelings either.
Somebody cast Timothée as Armand in a film version of Anne Rice’s ‘The Vampire Armand’.
He’d be absolutely transcendent.
//From Armie’s Instagram stories. Poor guy is stranded in NYC during the blizzard.
//My apologies, darlings. I’m still here but am supremely busy with work in the real world, and I haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’m not disappearing like most of the MUNCLE fandom has, but I’m simply too busy to do much on this blog at the moment. I’m hoping to do replies this weekend, but feel free to send Asks, Anons, memes, etc. during my absence.
Ta.
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//So while at the mall yesterday to upgrade my mobile phone (my 2 year plan had come due) I bought the book Call Me By Your Name, because of the clips and trailers I’d seen for it at the Toronto International Film Festival earlier this month. TIFF usually holds nothing for me but due to my recent interest in Armie Hammer, I was very interested to get into the CMBYN world.
Let me tell you in as few words as possible how emotionally compromised I’ve become, since waking today at 8am and reading the book start to finish in the period of about four hours:
I hadn’t meant to. I meant to start a chapter and get up for a walk, or make another cup of coffee on what was supposed to be a lazy Saturday morning, then go back and read another chapter, rinse and repeat. As I learned, the book has no real chapters, but a small group of clustered longings as described by the book’s narrator, the delightful Elio.
Cut to myself four hours into my morning; a cup of coffee gone stone cold on the table, the sun coming in through a window on the other side of the room, my back (and backside) aching from the same reclined position for so long. I had a desperate need to pee but couldn’t get up to do it because I had closed the book after reading the last page, and I was crying my goddamn eyes out.
Not out of sadness, because it hadn’t ended badly.
Out of sheer happiness and a mild sort of romantic sorrow reserved only for those who believe Shakespeare to be the greatest author in known history, or teenagers who believe love is eternal.
I’ll read it again, but I’ll also be looking to purchase the audiobook, which I’ve come to learn is being read by Armie Hammer himself. It’ll be just as much heartbreak and happiness to hear him speaking both Olivers’s lines, and Elio’s, as well as the rest of the amazing cast of characters, which I’ve come to appreciate just as closely.
I’ll also go to see the film when it’s finally released, because seeing these incredible people come to life will certainly be the death of me but will be so worth it after the emotional rollercoaster I--and others who enjoy the book--have certainly ridden out.
Read it if you get the chance. Have a pee and make a glass of iced tea or lemonade, so a hot cup of fresh coffee isn’t wasted. Make yourself comfortable on a decently-soft sofa or reading cushion.
It’s a good ride, darlings.
Later.
//Petition to get a Call Me By Your Name adult colouring book.
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Somebody get Armie Hammer on this. He’s got range.
//Just making a note that I’ve become absolute CMBYN trash, and I’ll tag anything related to it with the following tags for those of you that don’t want to have your dashes filled with anything other than Uncle-related things. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum, but they released a new film clip today because it’s National Coming Out Day, and I’m so engrossed by it:
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Ta, darlings.
