There’s so much to love about Daria Argento’s 1977 giallo horror film Suspiria: the oversaturated color palette; the melodramatic, opulent gore; Goblin’s twinkling score; and viscerally disturbing images of stuff like maggots falling from the ceilings, which will never not make me frantically comb my fingers through my hair. The whole thing feels like a tormented fever dream—intoxicating and at times barely coherent. But that’s why it’s great. Argento’s Suspiria sucks you in and traps you within, woozy and disoriented from some unknown spell. Call Me by Your Name director Luca Guadagnino’s reinterpretation of Argento's film is a precisely choreographed mindfuck, but it’s also frequently bogged down by overcomplicated subplots and distracting details. by Ciara Dolan