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Wednesday, January 1, 2025

2024 Top Ten List #5 La Chimera

































Director Alice Rohrwacher



sisters Alice and Alba Rohrwacher

Josh O'Connor on the set with the director



Josh O'Connor, Alice Rohrwacher, and Isabella Rossellini

Isabella Rossellini with the Rohrwacher sisters











LA CHIMERA             A                                                                                                            Italy  France Switzerland  (130 mi)  2023

In the place where I grew up, I often heard stories of secret discoveries, clandestine excavations and mysterious adventures.  It was enough to stay in a bar late at night, or stop in a patch of countryside to hear about that guy who had uncovered a Villanovan tomb with his tractor, or the other guy who digging at night near the necropolis had found such a long gold necklace to be able to surround a house, and yet another who had become rich in Switzerland by selling an Etruscan vase that he had found in the garden.  Stories of skeletons and ghosts, of escapes and darkness.  The life around me was made up of several parts: a sunny, contemporary, busy one, and a nocturnal, mysterious, secret one.  There were many layers, and we all experienced them: it was enough to dig a few centimeters into the earth and a fragment of an artefact, made by other hands, appeared among the stones.  How long had he been looking at me?  It was enough to go to the nearby stables and cellars to realize that those places had been something else, they were perhaps Etruscan tombs, refuges from other times, sacred places.  This closeness between the sacred and the profane, between death and life, which characterized all the years of my growth, has always fascinated me and given my gaze a measure.  This is why I decided to finally make a film that tells this layered plot, this relationship between two worlds, probably the last piece of a triptych on a territory that questions a central question: what to do with the past?  Death is something that our society forces us to face individually, at most within a family.  Instead, comparing myself with the past, I saw an idea of ​​death integrated into life and the community.

—Alice Rohrwacher

A wondrous film that defies description, seemingly frozen in time, full of nostalgia and love for beauty in all its forms, blurring the boundaries of the ancient and the modern until they are almost indistinguishable, finally settling on a state of mind where this film seems to exist, somewhere between the dreamy and the visionary, as one senses things are not altogether real, yet somewhat magical, while also lingering in the poverty of everyday existence of rural Italy, much like the lyrical films of Pietro Marcello, who is credited as one of the inspirations behind this film, collecting testimonies with the director when initially planning a documentary, while also working together on the collective film FUTURA (2021).  Who would think a film about grave robbers could have so much impact?  Dressed in sensual imagery, the film constantly surprises, offering intrigue in a profound, sometimes incomprehensible way, feeling like an ode to Tuscany, a land filled with untold secrets, the stomping grounds of the Taviani brothers, makers of PADRE PADRONE (1977), a pastoral homage to Italian heritage that won the Cannes Palme D’Or (1st prize), the almost never seen IL PRATO (1979), which launched the career of Isabella Rossellini, while the magical THE NIGHT OF THE SHOOTING STARS (1982) may arguably be their best work.  Rohrwacher, who studied literature and philosophy at the University of Turin, has increasingly deployed myth and allegory to tell her stories.  Opening in a dream sequence, one of several recurring sequences that we see, two young lovers are frolicking with a kind of unbridled joy, bathed in a sea of light, as she whispers to him “Have you noticed the sun is following us?”  This is our introduction to Beniamina, a beautiful blond woman with a tattoo of the sun on her shoulder played by Yile Yara Vianello, the star of Rohrwacher’s first feature CORPO CELESTE (2011), whose dreamlike presence is summoned by Arthur (Josh O’Connor), a somewhat sullen character known as the Englishman, or “the foreigner,” a character shrouded in mystery, but slowly a life story unfolds around him, as he’s recently released from prison on unspecified charges, traveling by train to return back to his home, forever haunted by her ghostly memory, as she seems to have drawn him to Tuscany.  They reflect the ill-fated mythological fable of Orpheus and Eurydice (Orpheus and Eurydice: A Tragic Love Story), young and in love, seemingly inseparable, where she is eventually trapped behind in the underworld, forever destined to roam in the darkness.  A tale of love, loss, and the innocence of youth, Rohrwacher is one of the best new talents working today, employing an international cast, where there is always an exploration of the feminine dimension, with several different women intersecting Arthur’s existential path, adding undoubted weight, yet her warm humanism is a direct descendant of the neorealism of Fellini and De Sica, infusing her films with an element of magical realism, subverting all expectations with such a disjointed narrative.  This is the last part of her trilogy examining the Italian identity through a relationship with its past, following The Wonders (Le meraviglie) (2014) and Happy As Lazzaro (Lazzaro Felice) (2018), adding an unmistakable flourish of cinematic poetry that is nothing less than enticing, cloaked in a patina of melancholy, beautifully shot in a combination of Super 16mm, 16mm, and 35mm by French cinematographer Hélène Louvart, who has worked with this director since the beginning, also known for her work with Agnès Varda in The Beaches of Agnès (Les plages d'Agnès) (2008), also Eliza Hittman in Beach Rats (2017) and 2020 Top Ten List #5 Never Rarely Sometimes Always.  Once back home, Arthur’s first order of business is paying a visit to Beniamina’s mother Flora (none other than Isabella Rossellini in a wheelchair), the closest thing he has to a motherly figure, a former opera singer and aging aristocrat whose dilapidated mansion has seen better days, with water dripping from the ceiling, who now supports herself as a music teacher, where her connection to the ethereal comes from her unique understanding of sacred music, yet she’s surrounded by the overlapping dialogue of vulture-like daughters and granddaughters who can’t wait to sell her home and push her into a nursing facility so they won’t have to care for her any longer.  But they keep up the pretense of honor and respectability, paying her visible respect in her presence, while undermining her every chance they get.  This acidic comment on the unscrupulous society the world has become offers insight into the world of today, as people who desecrate the graves of the dead are only thinking about themselves in the present, with little understanding or connection to their historical past.  Rohrwacher is so good at depicting the life of the peasants of her region, told with the poetic power of her vision, as it’s all about an interplay and interactive dialogue with history.  To the Etruscans, for instance, birds in flight represent our destiny, while in a surreal moment we find the protagonist chatting with dead souls in search of their looted relics. 

Through Flora Arthur meets Italia, Carol Duarte, a Brazilian actress previously seen playing Euridice in the barely seen Karim Aïnouz film 2019 Top Ten List #4 Invisible Life (A Vida Invisível), bringing to the screen an imposing spirit with great tenacity, where their relationship is soon cloaked in romance.  She appears to be a tone-deaf music student who pays for her services by being Flora’s attentive live-in servant who is despised and ridiculed by Flora’s daughters, who dismissively order her around, yet her strength of will stands out as she perseveres while secretly housing two small children, showing surprising resiliency, with Arthur taking notice, as she offers him a crash course in Italian that comically resembles a gestural sign language.  One of the early scenes of note is Flora emphasizing to Italia the depth of feeling needed when having a confessional conversation with God in the Mozart aria, Mozart: "Vorrei spiegarvi, oh Dio" - Sabine Devieilhe - YouTube (7:07), one of the more difficult arias Mozart ever wrote, with the lyric, “Let me explain, oh God, what my grief is!  But fate has condemned me to weep and stay silent.”  The setting is a period piece from an impoverished Tuscany in the 1980’s, with its bucolic landscapes and undisturbed natural beauty, as Arthur returns to the small town of Riparbella on the Tyrrhenian Sea, reluctantly rejoining his small band of grave robbers known as the “tambaroli,” who pretend to make their living as farmers and entertainers, but instead pilfer the area’s sacred tombs of the ancient Etruscans searching for artifacts and ornaments to sell on the black market, hoping to one day strike it rich.  Other than Arthur, they are not archeologists or historians, but are simply poor.  Predecessors to the Romans, the Etruscans (The Etruscans, an introduction) dedicated their art and their craftsmanship to the world of the dead, while this ragtag group of jesters and musicians are like a vagabond theater troupe, reminiscent of the circus people in Fellini’s LA STRADA (1954), especially their wildly enthusiastic Epiphany Day parade, La Chimera Film Clip | OIFF 2023 - YouTube (1:45).  It turns out they actually left Arthur behind earlier, which accounts for his arrest, but they need him due to his inexplicable talent in using a dowser to divine the precise location of these buried treasures, which aren’t just graves, but shrines and relics left in underground caves and tunnels.  In the small town where Rohrwacher grew up, she recalls these local thieves would come into local bars and café’s to brag about their adventures, providing the inspiration for the film, drawing parallels to Fellini’s I Vitelloni (1953) and Il Bidone (1955), yet rather than drenched in the neorealism of the 1950’s, the director continually offers startling new revelations in this modern era fable, creating a positively enchanting film, which is like a road movie with its many twists and diversions, taking us places where we have never been.  During these misadventures, Arthur continues to be drawn back to thoughts of Beniamina, a mystery woman who is either absent or has disappeared, perhaps even dead, with no real explanation of what happened, feeling more like a mirage (thus the title), which is how the entire film plays out, as we largely sense rather than understand the unspoken mysteries that are all around us.  The film does not have one overarching message, but can be thought of in infinite ways, developing so many different themes, like love, friendship, property law, traditions, the art trade, how to deal with the past, mourning and oppression, and finally, the role of myths, dreams, and the supernatural in our daily lives.  People have different ways of relating to the past, those who plunder and ignore history, or those who instead try to give new life to forgotten places.  To the tambaroli of the 70’s and 80’s, they believe the treasures of the Etruscans are a legacy bequeathed to them, where that desecration is emptied of its meaning.  They sell their goods to an unseen art dealer known as Spartaco, who operates at cargo ports with all the necessary equipment, like excavators, construction cranes, and forklifts, eventually finding their way to museums for public display, apparently with no questions asked, where history is literally for sale when buyers are asked to “estimate the inestimable.”  The group is amusingly contacted by one of Spartaco’s sexually provocative employees acting as a liaison, Melodie, played by Lou Roy-Lecollinet, so mesmerizing in Arnaud Desplechin’s 2015 Top Ten Films #7 My Golden Days (Trois souvenirs de ma jeunesse), who ultimately betrays them.  Punctuated by excerpts from Monteverdi’s Orpheus, Monteverdi: L'Orfeo - Prologue - YouTube (7:07), which adds weight and dimension, much of this feels like a pirate adventure, eloquently combining archaeological scenarios with unmissable views of building and industrial construction sites, exposing a world on the verge of modernization, yet there is also an accompanying love story in both the present and the past that adds a deeper layer of uncovered mystery, where the past is literally calling out to us to pay attention, but these messages are largely ignored.     

The beauty of the film is how it so seamlessly interweaves myths and legend as well as larger ideas about the world of the living and the world of the dead, with suggestions that the old ways never die, all coming together in the delicate poetry of an inexplicable romance, using eclectic musical styles ranging from baroque, opera, classical, to modern electronic, where the music fits well with the content, but it’s nothing short of brilliant when a troubadour breaks out into song, a heroic ballad of Arthur and his band, as the story we are watching about the tambaroli suddenly plays out like musical theater, or an outdoor puppet show, as the sound of a triangle introduces a singer on guitar who casts a bewitching spell, bringing extreme passion into their exploits.  Sometimes Rohrwacher will speed up or slow down footage for comedic or dramatic impact, have characters speak directly to the camera, while other times she’ll literally flip the image on its head.  Things seem to randomly occur, paying little regard to any traditional plot structure, yet the director feels more focused here, accumulating more complexity and depth by creating a dialogue with the past, discovering lost relics that were only meant to be experienced by the dead, so eloquently described by the refrain, “You were not meant for human eyes.”  That is such a powerful Etruscan sentiment, where the world of art is an invaluable human resource, yet the flipside is the greedy commerce aspect, with little connection to the very soul of art, or the language it speaks, yet this film connects us in so many mysterious ways.  With the director examining Italy’s postwar transition to modernity, one must ask why these treasures remained untouched for two thousand years.  When did people stop seeing their history through art, or lose their faith in the sacred, instead viewing objects only for their economic value?  As Arthur begins to question the morality of his actions, the film asks us to change our own viewpoint and look below the surface, much like Marcello’s Scarlet (L’envol) (2022), as poetry should be the tool that frees characters from the weight of history.  The ensemble acting is a highlight, featuring emphatically strong performances, where the presence of Isabella Rossellini is simply a treat for the eyes, yet Rohrwacher introduces her older sister Alba in such a compelling way, as she comes to represent the heart of dishonesty in contemporary culture, becoming a kaleidoscopic mosaic that is so beautifully woven together.  This film was surprisingly overlooked at the Cannes Film Festival, premiering on the final day, winning no awards, yet may be the director’s crowning achievement, potentially with a larger impact than all the other awarded films, yet fewer will see it, as it strives for the heights of such transcendent works as Tarkovsky’s ANDREI RUBLEV (1966), a perfect blend of history and art, though this feels a bit like Icarus flying too close to the sun, getting scorched by his own ambition.  The cradle of ancient civilization comes alive in this film, yet questions its place in the postwar twentieth century, as materialist profiteering stands in stark contrast to spirituality and religion.  Today there is a market for ancient works of art, but largely through illicit trafficking, in particular archaeological sites that have been neglected or abandoned.  In Italy, artifacts of historic value belong to the state, yet art trafficking is a larger problem than drug trafficking, with much less risk, though harder to prosecute, as the wheels of justice spin very slowly.  Arthur is different from the rest of them in that he belongs neither to the territory nor to the gang.  For him, there’s always some trepidation about what lies underneath.  What he seeks is neither profit, money, or adventure, but something else altogether, driven by a deeper need, as the past and present, reality and myth, all blur in Arthur’s quest for the unobtainable, becoming a guardian of art in pursuit of something he has lost, like opening a door to the afterlife, as myths reveal a profound truth, that humankind is in search of its soul that was lost long ago.  The exquisite sympathy of the final moments is profoundly moving, as the meandering structure all comes together in a cohesive whole, overflowing with symbolism, where the seemingly random side journeys all make sense, offering unexpected implications, creating a powerful yet carefully choreographed accumulative effect that is unforgettable, growing richer for the meticulous detail, but also the force of its message.  It’s not just death, but an idea of what lies beyond that is fully integrated into life, becoming a sacred place, like the memory of a lost love, where there are so many layers to this film, and so much joy, challenging viewers into the cavernous regions of our own souls, reminding us what a touching and violent thing humanity is, guided by a careful hand at the helm, as Rohrwacher may stand alone in contemporary European cinema, lovingly conveying the complexity of character while also knowing how to evoke a deeper meaning of the everyday.  This is a film that flies in the face of so-called perfection, inspired by a road not taken, where it’s the flaws and imperfections, and the jagged edges that make it so compellingly human. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

A Matter of Time


 










Director Vincente Minnelli







Father and daughter on the set

Liza Minnelli with her father, and mother, Judy Garland

Ingrid Bergman with her daughters Ingrid and Isabella













































A MATTER OF TIME       D+                                                                                                     USA  (97 mi)  1976  d: Vincente Minnelli

No one dies unless we wish them to.                                                                              —Contessa Sanziani (Ingrid Bergman)

Something of a train wreck of a film, a really perplexing example of a project being stolen from the director, as Samuel Z. Arkoff, head of American International Pictures, known mainly for low-budget exploitation B-movies of the 50’s and 60’s, took the final cut out of the hands of Minnelli very early in the post-production process, before the director was able to supervise the dubbing and musical scoring, both of which are utterly atrocious in the final version, while also reducing the length of the film, yet inexplicably adding a prologue and epilogue, where all that’s left are the ruined remains of what could have been.  Based on the 1955 Maurice Druon novella Film of Memory, the film is loosely based on the real life exploits of the infamous Italian eccentric Marchesa Casati, with Druon striking up a relationship with her during her declining years in London while he was stationed there during World War II, becoming a staged version in 1965 with Vivian Leigh entitled La Contessa.  The film went through various changes in title, starting with the book title, then Search for Beauty, then Carmella, then Nina, before finally settling on the current title, which is the name of a song that can be heard in the introduction sung by Liza Minnelli, now a fabulous film star named Nina, but the film is a flashback to when she was an impressionable hotel chambermaid and finds herself living her life through the memories of an aging Contessa (Ingrid Bergman) at the once splendid, now run-down hotel.  Utterly devoted to the impoverished Contessa, who is on the verge of being evicted for nonpayment, her vivid memories serve as an inspiration for Nina to reach for a better life.  Made in Italy, shot on location in Rome and Venice, mostly taking place in a single hotel, though there are fleeting shots of an entirely different world outside (mostly stock travelogue footage of Rome), which we rarely get a chance to see, with Bergman stuck in what is arguably the worst make-up job of her career, looking more like a ghoulish vampire from Transylvania.  The claustrophobic confines of the Contessa’s room is where most of the film takes place, as we get caught up in the psychological mindset of a myriad of memories that intermingle with the present, often becoming indistinguishable, where Nina can be seen taking the place of the Contessa in her own memories, adding a surrealistic flourish of mixed identity that seems to accentuate and embellish the fractured aspects in the aging process.  Liza grew up on the MGM sets with her father, where Hollywood stars and friendly crew members comprised her extended family and helped celebrate her birthdays, so she grew up longing to work with her father, who she describes as “the gentlest, funniest, most charming man I ever met,” but he was 73 when he made what ended up being his final picture, receiving little in the way of career honors during his lifetime.  The film was badly edited, mutilated might be the better word, as Arkoff gutted the picture, described by Pauline Kael as “chopped-up shambles,” opening to terrible reviews, quickly disappearing from theaters, and never released in Britain or France.  Both ended up disowning this film, signing their names to an ad taken out in the trade papers, along with 33 other directors, protesting that their vision had been violated, “The film is a reedited, revised, altered, and distorted form that has nothing to do with the original content.  We are concerned here with principles and ethics.  An artist must be allowed his view, and those who back him must support that view after the fact, as well as before it.”  The names of support included Robert Aldrich, Woody Allen, Robert Altman, Hal Ashby, Peter Bogdanovich, Clarence Brown, Frank Capra, John Cassavetes, Brian De Palma, Allan Dwan, Blake Edwards, Milos Foreman, Bob Fosse, Samuel Fuller, John Hancock, Elia Kazan, Gene Kelly, Irving Lerner, George Lucas, Sidney Lumet, Alan Pakula, Arthur Penn, Otto Preminger, Jean Renoir, Martin Ritt, Herbert Ross, Mark Rydell, Martin Scorsese, Joan Mickland Silver, Steven Spielberg, Billy Wilder, Gene Wilder, and Robert Wise.

A bizarre father/daughter musical with Liza Minnelli, though it’s not really a musical at all, instead Liza sings these existential songs about making something of her life, a kind of rags to riches fantasy about becoming a huge star, where the entire story is told through the vantage point of another aging star whose memories become mixed with her own, like a Proustian reflection on time and memory, at one point pleading with her, “Please don’t give up your memories… I feel like I’m a part of them now,” Liza Minnelli and Ingrid Bergman in A Matter Of Time 1976 TikTok (52 seconds).  It’s incredible to believe this comes “after” CABARET (1972), shot by the same cinematographer, Geoffrey Unsworth, yet doesn’t have the look of any other Minnelli film, as this is a misfire on all cylinders, jinxed by labor strikes, which extended the length of the shoot, expanded from fourteen weeks to twenty, yet there’s something essentially captivating about the fact it was made at all, as it obviously had meaning for the people involved, including Ingrid Bergman and her daughter Isabella Rossellini making her first film appearance in just a bit part at the end, much more captivating in the barely seen Taviani brother’s movie IL PRATO (The Meadow) (1979), which is genuinely affecting, another film about realizing, with a sense of urgency, just how important it is to be alive.  While this is also the only time Ingrid Bergman and her daughter worked together, it is also the final film of Charles Boyer, who was in an extraordinary amount of pain for his brief appearance as the Contessa’s long estranged husband of forty years, Count Sanziani.  The shoot in Italy came at the height of a series of high-profile kidnappings known as the Years of Lead (Italy), including the kidnapping and killing of former Prime Minister Aldo Moro in 1978, and several threats were made against Liza Minnelli, but she kept this information from her father and simply increased her personal security team.  It was also the first time Ingrid Bergman returned to Italy for a film since making films together with Roberto Rossellini in the early 50’s (3 Films by Roberto Rossellini Starring Ingrid Bergman).  While the film has a Cinderella-like structure and fairy tale ending, Liza’s singing style resembles her mother, emphasizing the lyrics through dramatic pauses, “Fairy tales can come true…Into each life a magic moment comes,” the chambermaid Nina is actually discovered by a film director staying at the same hotel, Antonio Vicari, played by Gabriele Ferzetti, the star of Antonioni’s L’AVVENTURA (1960), who is roundly criticized by the thoroughly incensed room service maid after spontaneously pouncing on her while he’s busily attempting to construct a grand rape scene for his movie finale, which is causing him no end of frustrations, Watch “A Matter of Time” | The Front Row | The New Yorker YouTube (4:58).  But the storyline goes through the Countess, where her world unravels through a kind of memory time traveling, loaded with chaotic flashbacks and fantasies, living in the upper crust of society, where she is literally worshipped wherever she goes, usually in the company of fabulously wealthy men, as she’s wined and dined and swept through a world of casinos and châteaus, staying in only the finest hotels of Europe where she’s catered to like royalty, yet this world only exists in her mind, consumed by the passions of her past, where her entire raison d’être is to feel alive.  Years ago, the Contessa left her husband for another man, still fixated on this long gone affair, one of many treatments of adultery in Minnelli films, like a Madame Bovary obsession, showing the huge costs, as not only did it wreck the Contessa’s marriage, but it may have driven her to live in the past.

Nina is drawn into this cobwebbed imagination, fixated on her experiences, utterly spellbound by the seductive detail of her recollections, as she gradually begins to imagine herself inhabiting the Contessa’s past, often placing herself in the luxurious position of the Countess.  This structure actually resembles the previous Minnelli film, ON A CLEAR DAY YOU CAN SEE FOREVER (1970), where a woman’s memories are recreated under a hypnotic state by her treating psychiatrist, causing the doctor to fall in love, not with the woman he’s treating, but the woman she used to be, becoming increasingly interested in taking possession of her past.  A lamentable costume drama, the horrible dubbing and intrusive aspect of oversaturated music makes it difficult to take any of this seriously, confounded by its lack of narrative cohesion, as some of the dialogue seems to refer back to things we never see, while long minutes of screen time are eaten up with rambling subplots that go nowhere.  Heavily overstylized and at times unhinged, with exaggerated theatrics veering into camp, the look of the film makes it seem like it was filmed in a cave, as the colors are dull instead of vibrant, where the passage of time has not done this film any favors, as it’s only lost more of its luster.  The subject of aging and death are a central premise of the film, as the Contessa is an eccentric woman completely out of touch with the contemporary world, like The Madwoman of Chaillot, or Gloria Swanson’s aging Norma Desmond in SUNSET BLVD. (1950), finding herself detached from reality, verging on madness, where it’s hard not to connect this to the director’s own lingering obsessions.  In Mark Griffin’s biography of Vincente Minnelli, A Hundred or More Hidden Things, Liza’s half-sister Lorna Luft recalls that Minnelli was already in the early stages of Alzheimer’s disease.  The postproduction problems only accentuate this element of disillusionment, as the film itself suffers from its own fractured existence.  Yet what Nina sees is someone who served as a muse for artists, and a source of inspiration for great minds, asking for little in return except to live her life free of tedium and banalities.  In lucid moments, she views Nina as her apprentice, offering teachable moments, as she hands out good advice, such as “be yourself—the world worships an original,” as nobody wants a copy, yet at the same time she is shown training Nina how to get jewelry from boyfriends.  What she’s really doing is transferring the largesse of her life into Nina’s suffocating existence, breathing new life into her, as if resuscitating her lost dreams, Liza Minnelli - The Me I Haven't Met Yet (VERY RARE SONG!) YouTube (2: 45).  Of course, as the opening song suggests, it only takes a moment, and that supposedly innocuous coincidence occurs without explanation, it just happens, and everything changes afterwards.  While lingering on issues of death, what this film really wants to convey is the essential nature of new beginnings, perhaps with the belief that the director’s films would live on in future generations, as if passing the torch, using his own daughter to emphasize how this works, as her film character is completely transformed overnight into a major star, which is how it often happens.  There is only one staggering sequence in this film, a memorable moment of Liza singing a smoky, jazz-tinged rendition of George Gershwin’s Do It Again, Liza Minnelli sings Do It Again YouTube (3:31), which is oddly fascinating, one of her mother’s most exquisite songs, but done quite differently, Judy Garland ' Do It Again' - YouTube (4:44), exquisitely shot in the opulence of Venice’s Palazzo Ca’ Rezzonico, like something right out of CABARET, literally pulsing with life and reverberating with an intoxicated feeling.