At points while watching Call Me By Your Name, when Timothée Chalamet bikes through Italian countryside or simply sits beside his upright piano, you can't help but think to yourself, “Have I seen this in a museum somewhere?” Raphael or Caravaggio? At the Met or the Louvre?
You may then mistakenly think, well, I’ve seen Italy in many paintings and that’s what evoking this memory. But then you see Chalamet in Lady Bird and you wonder the same thing, despite San Diego’s lack of representation in the art canon (another issue entirely). And finally it hits you that it’s not the settings Chalamet is placed in that conjure up visions of ornate golden frames and lush cornucopias of stone fruits, but Chalamet himself. Particularly those damn cheekbones.
Chalamet’s gorgeousness has launched not a thousand ships but an Instagram account dedicated to photoshopping his likeness into art throughout the ages—in addition to the already-established Instagram account dedicated to turning screenshots from Call Me By Your Name into impressionist masterpieces. It is unclear why the bio claims these are bad photoshops of him, because they appear to be just the opposite. But art is subjective, you know?
So while Chalamet’s acting prowess feels very of the moment, his good looks are, excuse me, a timeless work of art.