Bones And All -

This is not a horror film. Or rather, it is a horror film that has forgotten it’s supposed to be scary. What Guadagnino—the director of the sun-drenched Call Me by Your Name —has crafted instead is a visceral, gut-wrenching, and impossibly tender romance. It is a road movie paved with bones, a cannibal love story that asks a radical question: What if the thing that makes you a monster is also the only thing that allows you to truly love? Bones and All , adapted from Camille DeAngelis’s 2015 novel, follows Maren as she searches for the father who abandoned her. Along the way, she meets Lee (Timothée Chalamet), a drifter with hollowed-out cheeks and a feral glint. Lee is also an “eater”—a person born with an inexplicable, irrepressible craving for human flesh.

In the opening scene of Luca Guadagnino’s Bones and All , a teenage girl sneaks a finger into her mouth. It belongs to a sleeping, middle-aged woman at a trailer park—her unwilling host. The girl, Maren (Taylor Russell), doesn’t flinch. She chews, swallows, and then, with the quiet efficiency of a house cat, packs a duffel bag and vanishes into the Reagan-era cornfields of rural Maryland. Bones and All

Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’s score is a departure from their usual industrial dread. Here, they deploy arpeggiated synths and trembling drones that evoke the melancholic pulse of ’80s ambient music. It is the sound of a heartbeat slowing down. It is the sound of two people driving toward a sunrise they might not live to see. Bones and All will provoke disgust. It is designed to. But the disgust is the point. Guadagnino is not asking you to condone cannibalism; he is using it as a metaphor for the parts of ourselves we cannot change. For some, that might be a mental illness, a forbidden desire, or a traumatic compulsion. For others, it is simply the knowledge that love, in its purest form, requires a kind of devouring. This is not a horror film