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Happy as Lazzaro

2018 · Alice Rohrwacher

When you want a film to chew on for days — something beautiful and mysterious that trusts you to keep up. A challenge in the best sense, though a gentle-hearted one.

What it's about

On the isolated Italian estate of Inviolata, a marchesa keeps her sharecroppers laboring in feudal ignorance — a setup drawn from a real news story — and among them lives Lazzaro, a guileless teenager who serves everyone and suspects no one. His friendship with the marquise's reckless son bends the story, and time itself, into something far stranger than the pastoral it first appears to be.

The experience

It plays like a folk tale told in earnest — sun-drenched, funny, and tender — until a midpoint swerve reorients everything and a deep ache sets in. You come out feeling like you've been told a parable you'll be decoding for a while.

The craft

Hélène Louvart shot it on Super 16mm with softly rounded frame edges, so the light falls like something remembered rather than recorded — it's one of the most beautiful-looking films of its decade and worth the biggest screen you can find. Rohrwacher's script, which won the screenplay prize at Cannes, hides a genuinely audacious structure inside its simple fable.

Why it matters

It confirmed Alice Rohrwacher as the keeper of a particular Italian tradition — the sacred peasant fable — carried into the present without pastiche, and its central narrative gamble is among the boldest in recent European cinema.

Reception & legacy: how Happy as Lazzaro was received, argued over, and remembered →

Alice Rohrwacher's fable took the screenplay prize at Cannes and confirmed her as keeper of a particular Italian flame — the peasant sacredness of Olmi, the holy fools of Pasolini — carried forward without a trace of pastiche. It began from a true news item: a marchesa who kept sharecroppers laboring in feudal ignorance decades after the practice had been outlawed. On the isolated estate of Inviolata, the guileless teenager Lazzaro serves everyone and suspects no one, until friendship with the marquise's reckless son bends the film — and time itself — into something far stranger. To say more would break the spell; enough that its midpoint swerve is among the boldest in recent European cinema. Hélène Louvart shot it on Super 16mm, frame edges softly rounded, light falling like something remembered rather than recorded. Rohrwacher — sister of the actress Alba, who appears here — went on to La Chimera; her tender, wolf-shadowed ruralism has no current equal.

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