Couldn't agree more! And that's why I feel Love, Simon is so important. It's accessible in a way that many gay-themed films aren't---not just for queer youth, but for their families too. Critics like Time magazine's David D'addario, who sneered at the film for being old fashioned and unneeded by today's teens, ought to step outside of liberal New York City for a moment---or read the countless accounts on social media from people positively affected by it. If this film had been around when I was 17 (a time when male homosexuality was---unbelievably---still illegal in my country, New Zealand), it would have made my own coming out easier---and I think it would have helped my parents to understand what I was going through as well. So while Love, Simon has been endlessly and pointlessly denigrated for being artistically inferior to Call Me By Your Name, in terms of actually making a difference to people's lives, it's the more important movie. And speaking of comparisons with Call Me By Your Name, this reviewer in the UK edition of GQ makes a bloody good point: Simon’s facial expressions most affected me. With a few well-placed glances - a furtive look at the buff next door neighbour on the way to school, a pained expression at his dad’s ill-judged sex jokes, a brow sorrowfully furrowed at the burden of his secret – Robinson adeptly manages to capture the anxiety of being a gay teenager with even more dexterity, dare I say it, than Timothée Chalamet in 2017’s Call Me By Your Name. The rest of the review is well worth a read too.