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La Chimera

2023 · Alice Rohrwacher

For when you want to be enchanted rather than entertained — a film to wander into with no schedule, half fairy tale and half hangout. A gentle challenge: it asks you to give up the plot-driven habit and just follow.

What it's about

In a scuffed 1980s Italy, Arthur — a rumpled, grieving Englishman with a dowser's uncanny gift for sensing what lies buried — falls in with a scruffy band of tombaroli, grave robbers who loot Etruscan tombs along the coast. He's haunted by a lost love named Beniamina, and his search for her pulls him on a picaresque journey between the living and the dead, through forests, crumbling villas, and raucous village celebrations.

The experience

Shaggy, sun-cracked, and quietly enchanted — it drifts between earthy comedy and aching melancholy, sometimes speeding up like a silent film, sometimes stopping dead for a moment of grace. It casts a spell that lingers for days.

Performances

Josh O'Connor is magnetic in a dirty linen suit, playing grief as a kind of sleepwalking; Isabella Rossellini is a delight as the matriarch of a crumbling villa full of singing students.

The craft

Alice Rohrwacher and cinematographer Hélène Louvart mix 35mm, 16mm, and Super 16 into a handmade roughness — scenes crank up to silent-comedy speed, characters glance at the camera, and the whole thing feels dug out of the earth like its treasures. It's gorgeous in a scuffed, tactile way that rewards a big screen.

Why it matters

The film that confirmed Rohrwacher as the great contemporary heir to Italian cinema's fabulist line — carnival, peasant piety, the sacred and the profane — and completed the loose triptych begun with The Wonders and Happy as Lazzaro, winning her a devoted international following.

Reception & legacy: how La Chimera was received, argued over, and remembered →

Alice Rohrwacher completes the loose triptych begun with The Wonders and Happy as Lazzaro with this shaggy, sun-cracked fable about tombaroli — the grave robbers who loot Etruscan tombs along the Tyrrhenian coast of a scuffed 1980s Italy. Josh O'Connor, rumpled and grieving in a dirty linen suit, plays Arthur, an Englishman with a dowser's gift for sensing what lies beneath; Isabella Rossellini presides over a crumbling villa full of singing students. Rohrwacher is the great contemporary heir to Italian cinema's fabulist line — Fellini's carnival, Olmi's peasant piety, Pasolini's sacred profane — and her signature is a handmade roughness: with cinematographer Hélène Louvart she mixes 35mm, 16mm and Super 16, lets scenes crank up to silent-comedy speed, lets characters glance at the camera. Beneath the picaresque sits a serious question about what a culture owes its dead, and who has the right to touch what was buried with love. The image that lingers is a red thread, dangling somewhere between this world and the other one.

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