Rent Queer (2024)

Gorgeous, but Gutless - Queer review by griggs

You can’t accuse Luca Guadagnino of taking it easy—he churns out films like he’s on a deadline from the gods. But with Queer, you do start to wonder: is he spreading himself too thin? It’s moody, stylish, and impossibly pretty, as if Guadagnino is seducing cinema itself. Every shot aches with longing; every glance lingers like a lover’s touch. Daniel Craig oozes charm—older, cooler, and more dangerous than ever. He glides through the film like he knows he’s being watched—and he likes it.

But the film never gets its hands dirty. It teases, it toys, it unbuttons your shirt and whispers something filthy—and then politely excuses itself. No grip, no thrust, no release. Just mood, musk, and the ghost of a film that should've ruined you. It should have been a visceral experience, tearing through flesh, drawing blood, and leaving you trembling. It should’ve left bruises. Instead, it leaves perfume.