Like Hephaistion who died Alexander's lover
I seem to have celebrated Saint Patrick's Day with Haitian food and Italian film. Works for me.
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rushthatspeaks and I got takeout from Pikliz—fried goat with plantains and their levitatingly spicy jerk chicken—and caught the late show of James Ivory and Luca Guadagnino's Call Me by Your Name (2017) at the Somerville. I am making a note to write about this film, because I just really liked it: it's queer, it's Jewish, it has just the right amount of classical allusions, a simultaneously precise and dreamy sense of place and time and the same attention to the details of a loving and supportive family and an awkward and exhilarating summer of first love, avoiding clichés except for the ones that got that way from being true. I am fascinated by the differences between it and Maurice (1987), the generational shifts in queer film in Ivory's own lifetime and career. I think I owe other movies first.)
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It was! I am enjoying so much having food this good and this affordable literally around the corner from me.
Maurice! (this reminds me I need to rewatch it)
I think I'm just going to need to write about it. I watched it two years ago and loved it and then the election happened and my concentration went pfffffft. Besides, then I can point back to it when I write about Call Me by Your Name.