Call Me by Your Name

A full screening room for a special showing of a film (which had a limited release n October), with a gay rights stall at the entrance and a round of applause at the end.
Worthy and worthwhile, with great acting and strong evocations of Italian summer, 1983 and of gay men moving on to get married.
Notable that in a story of relationships and feelings, there was hardly any exhibition of cruelty; not like you see in Britsh soap opera.
Unreal for the maturity in the teenagers beyond my experience, or rather beyond me as a teenager.  As was the love of poems.
Instead, I was hooked on Psychadelic Furs (saw them in 1982) and the departure of a diesel-hauled long train set with slam-shut doors.

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