Queer
Gay men have been denied a certain kind of love for a very long time. Queer considers the self-destruction that emanates from that denial.
There's a scene where the two leads finally have sex after a lot of courtship tempered by uncertainty (Drew Starkey character never quite tips whether he is, in fact, queer). Craig's character touches Starkey's body with a cautious tenderness that is moving but immensely sad. It's something he has been denied, or denied himself, for so long that it feels rarefied and impossible. It's frozen in time mostly because there can't be many more of these. There certainly can't be a lifetime of them, as any other type of love might allow.
Such is the heartbreak that runs through this film and makes it remarkable. Guadangino deploys all sorts of visual stunts and none are as vivid as legs pressing against other legs in a moment of vulnerability. The acting, Craig, Manville and Schwartzman particularly, is top tier stuff. The anachronistic soundtrack is annoying mostly. Still, the highs are transcendent and it's forced me to think about some serious shit. That's cinema, baby.