Yes, Chalamet is having a moment. He’s being sexy on the cover of magazines like GQ, he’s charming the entire late night talk show circuit, and he has achieved the rare distinction of near-universal adoration on social media (seriously, search his name on Twitter and count the people swooning). And this moment of his, built on his role as Elio, a young man meeting his sexual awakening in the form of a chiseled, all-American Armie Hammer, is probably going to last a very, very long time. Because here's the thing: he’s an absolute fucking delight.
Chalamet himself is the Manhattan raised, white, bilingual son of a real estate broker and Broadway dancer who attended a prestigious performing arts high school and, in his young career, has already worked with the likes of Christopher Nolan, Christian Bale, Matthew McConaughey and Steve Carell. You’d be forgiven for assuming he’s a pretentious brat. You’d also be forgiven for assuming Call Me By Your Name is all Oscar bait and no heart. But you’d be wrong. The movie is endearing as hell, heartbreakingly so, and though Chalamet’s virtuoso talents drive it, he could not be less jaded by his early and sudden success.