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Illustration by Maddy Maguire Every woman with a Letterboxd account and an attraction to the opposite sex can tell you precisely where they were when Timothée Chalamet first bewitched them. Personally, I was in my living room, pretending to revise for my A-level mocks. Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird (2019) was on the television, muted, and I looked up for two seconds only to forget what it meant to breathe. It’s a terrible truth, but it is my own. There Timothée was, in all his Fr

It took the central plot device of an unhinged fanfiction to extremes, detracting from the joyous energy and pure passion of before.