Cannibals are the ultimate drama queens. Forget vegans, the lactose intolerant, those who remain vigilant against gluten: no one else has to worry more than a cannibal about where the next meal is coming from. Beyond that, cannibal love poses additional problems. How to broach the subject of this dietary proclivity with someone you’re attracted to? Or is it better to associate only with your own kind, to break bread—or whatever—only with those wholly in tune with your needs and impulses?
Luca Guadagnino’s pleads sympathy for those who crave human flesh: in the movie’s universe,—at least keeps this extended metaphor for loneliness and alienation whirring. Whatever else you might say about it, is never boring.
