Aristotle and Dante: A Cinematic Embrace.
Watching Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe was a powerful experience. The film captured the essence of Sáenz’s novel, immersing me in the story and the emotional landscape of Ari and Dante. It allowed me to reconnect with their journey.
While interpretations of adaptations can vary, this film felt like a genuine reflection of the source material. The portrayal of young people navigating identity and insecurity, while retaining an authentic innocence, was genuinely refreshing. The dialogue, in particular, resonated deeply. The urgency with which they discussed love, family, and their place in the world felt true to the teenage experience. Every decision, every feeling, carries immense weight, and this urgency in their speech—the belief that they could somehow fix things—often clashes with the complexities of reality. This delicate balance between hope and the looming unknown was evident. For example, the way Ari talks about his brother in prison—so emotionally driven, yet revealing a lack of understanding of the broader issues—is a beautiful illustration of innocence being breached by emerging adulthood.
The raw vulnerability of the characters and their sometimes-awkward interactions were compelling. Dante's comfortable ease when talking to his parents is shocking to Ari, highlighting the stark difference in their upbringings. This contrast between the two boys leaks into their developing connection, creating a noticeable tension as their relationship hasn't yet solidified. These small moments spoke volumes about their emotional journeys.
In the context of LGBTQ+ YA stories, where adult perspectives often dominate, this film prioritized the lived experiences of its young protagonists. While the late 1980s, with the anxieties and whispers surrounding AIDS beginning to surface, is present, the film wisely focuses on the profound connection between Ari and Dante. This focus on their individual bond offered a powerful emotional core.
And, of course, the film includes the expected touchstones of teenage angst, longing glances, and, as is almost customary in queer cinema of this era, the haunting strains of “Smalltown Boy” by Bronski Beat. These elements, combined with the emotional depth and clear respect for the source material, created a truly resonant viewing experience.