Their connection builds slowly, steadily, sensually. Timothée Chalamet gave the year's finest performance, playing a bookish 17-year-old who jumps at the chance to be tour guide and companion for Armie Hammer's strapping grad student. Nestled in the Italian countryside during one lush summer, a love story springs to life, first in furtive gestures and finally with profound euphoria. The only parallel from 2017 is "Call Me by Your Name," the most blissful heartache ever to saunter across the screen. That's how I felt about "Jackie" last year, and about "Carol" and "Mad Max: Fury Road" the year before. Maybe once or twice a year, a movie will come along that I adore so much it seeps into my soul.
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