Timothee Chalamet was terribly thin. There wasn't much meat on those bones, which in real life would be a deal-breaker for Armie Hammer. You know. Because of the cannibalism thing.
When I was in high school, I knew kids from families like the one in this movie. The fathers and in some cases the mothers were university professors, the parents encouraged those artistic interests that could get their kids into college and the children would freely swear and talk about sex in front of them.
In this movie, Chalamet plays classical piano and cheerfully tells his father he came that close to having sex with his girlfriend, but he keeps his relationship with Hammer a secret.
I don't know what the two saw in each other. Neither one of them was likable or pleasant.
Made for three million dollars. They get more for their money in Europe, but they filmed mostly around the villa.
In the end, it turns out that Chalamet's father was hip to what he and Hammer had been up to. If I understood him correctly, he tells his son that it was good that he got to be some guy's love object. He says he missed his own chance when he was young and that when you hit middle age, no one wants anything to do with you sex-wise.
It made me think of the French movie Young and Beautiful. A bourgeois high school girl is forced to give up prostitution when an old rich guy dies on her. She talks to his widow (Charlotte Rampling) who says that she wishes she had been a prostitute when she was young.
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