[Spoiler alert: some details about the movie “Call me by your name”]
Recently, I saw the movie “Call me by your name”, from the homonymous novel: a beautiful delicate, intense, and bittersweet love story between a 17-year-old boy, Elio, and his father’s 24-year-old assistant, Oliver, visiting as an intern for six weeks during the summer vacation.
It’s the story of a beautiful friendship that blossoms and blooms in the luxuriant gardens and small deserted towns, in the sunshine and waters of Northern Italy in the ’80s. A wonderful friendship that overcomes the boundaries of age, continents, culture, language, and even taboos; a love story where camaraderie, romance, and sexual relationship melt into one another seamlessly and spontaneously.
I loved this movie which resonates with me and my own feelings and sensitivity in many, many ways. But there is one part in particular that I’d like to share here: something that Elio’s father, a wise, kind, understanding, open-minded man, says to Elio towards the end.
As the love story between Elio and Oliver comes to an end when the latter has to inevitably return to his country at the close of his summer visit, Elio is distraught. Partly he tries to hide his sadness or, at least, his tears. But his parents see and understand — knew and understood all along — and his father says to Elio something along the following lines: “You and Oliver had a beautiful friendship, love, something rare and precious that most people go through a lifetime without experiencing. So don’t shut out this pain now. Acknowledge and feel this pain now, because you cannot shut out the pain without losing the joy and beauty, too”.
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[Here are some of Elio’s father’s words that I was paraphrasing:
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