Call Me by Your Name is a coming-of-age movie set in the idyllic countryside of northern Italy, wherein Chalamet's trilingual, musically talented, intelligent and well-liked character realizes love. His tears, his longing, his timidity and ultimately his passion tie together every subtle move of the other characters and every visual metaphor of the setting.

If you need proof that Chalamet deserves to take home the little golden statue for one of his first roles, just look to the very end of the film. As Chalamet sits in front of the fireplace, the camera closes in on his face. The actor holds onto gut-wrenchingly strong emotion (no spoilers, but I'll just say his performance is painful and feels incredibly real) for minutes on end while his co-stars perform mundane tasks in the background. With his execution of the joy of requited love as well as embarrassment, devastation, jealousy and yearning in Call Me by Your Name, Chalamet has convinced me he can do anything, play any role. Gary Oldman is likely to beat him out in the end with his intimate portrait of Winston Churchill in Darkest Hour, but Chalamet is certainly worthy of the award for best actor.