Though the genre did of course exist before 2017, it feels as though Call Me By Your Name kicked off a boom in the dreamy, summertime coming-of-age movie, of the artier and indie-r variety. If you’ve traveled the festival circuit in the last decade or so, you’ve seen myriad examples of the form: teenagers in sun-kissed locales making first discoveries about themselves, about sexuality, about the grownup world rushing at them. Some have been quite good — the recent Cannes standout La Gradiva comes to mind — while others have been perhaps a little too ethereal, or too interior. Some derivativeness has taken hold in the space, a repetition of…
