Alex Strangelove ❲High-Quality❳
The film walks a careful tightrope. It avoids the trap of making Claire a villain. She’s smart, sensual, and genuinely confused by her boyfriend’s clinical approach to intimacy. Their disastrous attempt at sex—complete with a condom that might as well be a live grenade—is one of the most painfully funny and honest scenes in the genre. It captures the gap between what we think we should want and what we actually feel.
Alex Strangelove may not be the most polished or groundbreaking entry in queer cinema, but it earns its place. For any teen who ever built a flawless plan for their life, only to realize that desire refuses to follow a syllabus, this messy, funny, and deeply kind film is a small revelation. It argues that the bravest thing you can do isn’t coming out to the world—it’s coming out to yourself. Alex Strangelove
The film’s genius is in its deconstruction of the "late bloomer" myth. Alex isn't repressed or visibly tortured. He’s simply convinced that his lack of lust for Claire is due to nerves, inexperience, or the clinical absurdity of the act itself. His internal monologue—a series of frantic, Wes-Anderson-lite listicles—is hilarious because it’s so desperately logical. He tries to troubleshoot desire like a bug in software. The film walks a careful tightrope
Alex Strangelove doesn’t offer a grand, tearful confession to a stadium of peers. Its climax is smaller and more radical: Alex finally stops planning. He admits to Claire, and then to himself, that he’s gay, not because of a traumatic event, but because of a quiet, persistent truth. The film’s final shot—Alex kissing Elliott on a quiet street, smiling in the daylight—isn't a fireworks finale. It’s a beginning. It’s the moment the spreadsheet is thrown away, and life finally starts. Their disastrous attempt at sex—complete with a condom
The film’s title is a perfect wink. It nods to Dr. Strangelove , Kubrick’s satire of men learning to stop worrying and love the bomb. Here, the bomb is compulsory heterosexuality. Alex has to learn to stop worrying—stop planning, scheduling, and rationalizing—and simply love the person he actually is.
In the pantheon of teen coming-out comedies, Alex Strangelove (2018) occupies a specific, awkward, and utterly recognizable niche. Directed by Craig Johnson and released on Netflix, the film doesn’t try to be the next Love, Simon —a glossy, heartfelt anthem. Instead, it’s a smaller, messier, and surprisingly sharp exploration of what happens when a meticulous, type-A high school senior realizes that his carefully planned future doesn’t fit his heart.
The catalyst for his breakdown is Elliott (Antonio Marziale), a charismatic, openly gay teen from a neighboring school. Elliott is everything Alex isn’t: confident, unapologetic, and fluent in his own feelings. He doesn't seduce Alex; he simply exists as a mirror. When Alex watches Elliott perform a raw, vulnerable song at a party, the camera lingers on Alex’s face—not with lust, but with a profound, terrifying recognition. That is authenticity. That is what his spreadsheets are missing.
