This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Sometimes, love is like moonlight. It may not be as warm and tingly as a kiss from the Sun, but it’s equally sublime when it’s patient and reflective.
Poor, the son of a drug addict, fatherless, Black, queer—the odds are stacked against Chiron. Yet he was never anything other than himself. There’s a genuine pain in watching him change, harden, adopting an ‘anti-glare’ just to survive.
It took a non-blood-related male figure (and his wise female companion) who never gave…
The story itself is problematic for obvious reasons, so I felt a bit uncomfortable. With archetypically beautiful male leads playing around in an idyllic, verdant Italian countryside/villa, the movie is bound to be visually pleasant. (The sequel was supposed to be set in New York, which would have created a vastly different feel.) Still, the pep talk that the father gives to Elio is something timeless. I'd be happy to just see a reel of that over and over.
