Timothée Chalamet, sharp of jaw and dark of eyebrow, found fame due to his starring role in Luca Guadagnino’s Call Me By Your Name (2017), a languorous evocation of semi-closeted first love set in the sun-drenched Italian countryside, with a tender and judicious screenplay by that veteran filmmaker of suppressed emotion, James Ivory, of Merchant Ivory. Being all of twenty when that film was shot, Chalamet produced the kind of lightning-in-a-bottle performance that only a young and very green actor can: unaffected and genuinely heart-rending. Half a decade on, his gracile person causes red-carpet mayhem worldwide; he’s Timmy now, the internet’s boyfriend and Vogue magazine cover star. Watching his stilted, wary performance as a cannibal – yes, really – in Bones and All, which reunites him with director Guadagnino, I could only conclude that the real wrongdoer is fame, which eats young talent and is never satisfied.