Close
BROOO I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE A SOFT LIL VIBEY COMING-OF-AGE FILM BUT THEN BAM 💔😭
like oh? you’re just gonna HIT me with 12-year-old emotional devastation before I even finish my snack??????
leo and rémi were literally just living their lil cottagecore bestie life playing tag in flower fields and then THE WORLD SAID “GROW UP.” nah actually society ruined this film. give homophobia a 1-star on letterboxd
also the way this movie stared me dead in the soul like “do you even know how to handle grief?” no. i do not. and neither does this child. STOP ASKING.
this is what happens when boys aren’t allowed to cry and cuddle their besties.
i want to time travel and HUG them. all of them. every single one. hug attack. therapy now.
end credits roll and i’m just sitting there like 🧍♀️ … cool. cool cool cool. no emotional damage here. totally fine.
But kidding aside, I love this film ever since i watched this because:
The film dissects the moment when childhood ends, not through physical change, but through shame. The rupture in their bond is subtle yet cataclysmic, Leo’s withdrawal, Rémi’s confusion, and the unbearable silence that follows. It painfully captures the fear of being perceived, the fragility of identity, and the cruelty of a world that mocks softness in boys.
There’s grief here, not just from loss, but from guilt, confusion, and the things unsaid. The way Leo internalizes pain, the way he avoids, denies, and carries it in his body, it’s heartbreaking and real. The cinematography mirrors this emotional landscape: open fields that once symbolized freedom become voids of emptiness. Vibrant color fades into cold, distant light.
Close is not just a film about a tragedy, but about what it means to mourn when you can’t even name the love you lost.