Rylance’s performance is a masterclass in unease. He whispers his lines, punctuates his sentences with wet-lipped smacks, and smells the air like a bloodhound. Sully represents Maren’s possible future: a lonely, middle-aged predator preying on the kindness of strangers. “You don’t have to be alone,” he coos. But his definition of “together” is a cage.
This is not a horror film. Or rather, it is a horror film that has forgotten it’s supposed to be scary. What Guadagnino—the director of the sun-drenched Call Me by Your Name —has crafted instead is a visceral, gut-wrenching, and impossibly tender romance. It is a road movie paved with bones, a cannibal love story that asks a radical question: What if the thing that makes you a monster is also the only thing that allows you to truly love? Bones and All , adapted from Camille DeAngelis’s 2015 novel, follows Maren as she searches for the father who abandoned her. Along the way, she meets Lee (Timothée Chalamet), a drifter with hollowed-out cheeks and a feral glint. Lee is also an “eater”—a person born with an inexplicable, irrepressible craving for human flesh.
In the opening scene of Luca Guadagnino’s Bones and All , a teenage girl sneaks a finger into her mouth. It belongs to a sleeping, middle-aged woman at a trailer park—her unwilling host. The girl, Maren (Taylor Russell), doesn’t flinch. She chews, swallows, and then, with the quiet efficiency of a house cat, packs a duffel bag and vanishes into the Reagan-era cornfields of rural Maryland. Bones and All
That is not romance as Hollywood sells it. That is romance as a pact. And in a world that feels increasingly fragmented, isolating, and hungry for connection, Bones and All dares to suggest that even monsters deserve a love that consumes them whole.
Chalamet, reuniting with Guadagnino, sheds his romantic lead skin. Lee is charming, yes—a thief who steals new cassette tapes and smokes with a crooked grin—but he is also exhausted. His eyes carry the weight of a past he can’t outrun. When he tells Maren, “I don’t eat people who are alive,” it is not a boast. It is a prayer. Rylance’s performance is a masterclass in unease
The film’s final shot—a quiet, brutal act of mutual sacrifice—will linger long after the credits roll. It is not a happy ending. It is not a tragic one. It is an earned one. Because for Maren and Lee, the only promise they can keep is this: I will eat the bones of anyone who tries to take you from me. And when we are old, and hungry, and lost, I will eat your bones, too. And you will let me.
A bloody, beautiful masterpiece that redefines the coming-of-age story. Just don’t watch it on a full stomach. “You don’t have to be alone,” he coos
Together, they create the most honest depiction of young love in years. Their courtship is awkward, fumbling, and born of mutual recognition. Their first kiss is not a kiss at all, but a shared meal—a raw, desperate act of communion. In the world of Bones and All , intimacy is not about sex. It is about finding someone who sees your abyss and decides to jump in anyway. Of course, no romance is complete without an antagonist. Enter Sully, played by a near-unrecognizable Mark Rylance. Sully is an older eater, a sad-eyed ghoul with a receding hairline and the syrupy manners of a funeral director. He approaches Maren like a wolf circling a stray lamb, offering mentorship in exchange for companionship.