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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. 

Friday, June 14, 2024

Half-Nelson




 

















Ryan Fleck and Anna Boden















HALF-NELSON        A                                                                                                                   USA  (106 mi)  2006  d: Ryan Fleck

There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart that you can’t take part, you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop, and you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all.                            —Mario Salvo, student activist and leader of the Free Speech Movement at a rally in UC-Berkeley, California after the students seized control of an administrative building on campus, 1964

Reminiscent of Jon Voight’s empathetic humaneness in Martin Ritt’s CONRACK (1974), yet also the anguished impressionistic journey in Lynne Ramsay’s MORVERN CALLAR (2002), which takes place nearly entirely inside someone’s head, this is a muddled odyssey through the present day and age, as seen through the eyes of a sympathetic white 8th grade teacher in a predominately black inner-city school in Brooklyn, who scores crack on the side and thinks he can handle the situation.  While teaching history, he asks his students to explore the two opposing forces that confront one another in determining change, as “Everything is made of opposing forces” and “turning points,” both sides fighting for what they believe is right, which he contends is the catalyst or determining factor of history.  Yet it’s also seen through the eyes of a young student in his class who actually catches him smoking crack in the bathroom, but is sympathetic and keeps her mouth shut, as her brother is in prison for selling crack, while the dealer, in a favor to the brother for not turning him in, owes her family.  An expansion of Fleck’s short film GOWANUS, BROOKLYN (2004), as it takes place in the abandoned lots and desolate streets of an ungentrified Brooklyn neighborhood near the Gowanus Canal, co-written by the director and his live-in partner Anna Boden, who also edited and produced the film, Ryan Gosling (in his first Oscar nomination) is unerringly believable as the teacher, Dan Dunne, who isn’t selling anything in the classroom except the freedom to speak one’s own mind while making their own choices, though he’s held on a tight leash by the school principal, often appearing in class in a disheveled state from his previous late night binges.  His open defiance of authority and institutions raises red flags, as he frequently veers away from the “official” curriculum, yet that’s what’s so compelling about this film, as a teacher’s moral dilemma in the classroom comes down to a struggle to do what’s right as opposed to being blindly told what to teach by an often faceless administrative entity.  And while his own choice selection is hazardous, not to mention personally destructive, this issue is not side-stepped in the film, and his deplorable behavior is a force to be reckoned with, including a drunkenly pathetic attempted rape scene, but so is his commitment to stick with these kids, to be honest and not sell them a bill of goods.  Thinking that he can write a children’s book about dialectics on the side, instead he spends all his free time getting wasted, seemingly without friends, with no stable relationships, remaining aloof and emotionally disconnected.  The title is a reference to an immobilizing wrestling hold that is difficult, if not impossible, to escape from, evoking a metaphoric sense of entrapment.  Born out of a frustration with the malaise hanging over America following 9/11 and the Iraq War, this film is about a developing friendship between an adult and a child, with each taking turns taking care of each other, avoiding any overt sexual overtones, as Shareeka Epps plays the inquisitive Drey, a 13-year old latch-key student caught between moving forces, a dead end school, a tired single mother who works too hard to have any time for her, a brother in prison, a dealer that offers money and protection, and a white teacher who, despite his personal problems, actually makes sense.  Her hesitation in exploring each world is the heart and soul of the film, as she’s remarkably appealing, tough and soft at the same time, with an open mind to finding a new way other than the route of her brother or the dealer, but she doesn’t know where to find it.  An amalgamation of race, class, idealism, and self-destruction, with a nod to the rebellious instincts yet surprising honesty of J.D. Salinger’s Holden Caulfield, the film is also about finding forgiveness.     

The always compelling Anthony Mackie plays Frank the dealer, and in the model of Coppola’s THE GODFATHER (1972), which features likeable men who kill for a living, or Craig Brewer’s HUSTLE AND FLOW (2005), which features a likeable, hard-working man who pimps for a living, Mackie has his own appeal, is soft-spoken and considerate, and doesn’t push Drey too hard while gently attempting to persuade her to take over her brother’s business, luring her deeper into his world.  When Dan sees the paternal and potentially dangerous influence, he attempts to intervene, and in an especially effective scene, he confronts Frank in front of his own home and tries to steer him away from Drey, but realizes he’s hardly the role model to be making this request, as his example is no better.  Frank, in a masterful stroke of understated psychological swagger, completely takes the air out of his sails, and therein lies the real complexity of the film.  When have drug dealers been painted with ambiguity and complexity?  And if we’re to be honest, how can we blame black dealers for being dealers, considering the bleak economic options in their ravaged communities and the lure of a lucrative lifestyle?  In fact, what drives the demand for dealers in the first place?  Who are the biggest drug consumers?  In America, it turns out to be the comfortable middle class whites, who may be in denial about the consequences of their actions, like Dan in this film, believing he can handle it, while remaining oblivious to the economic disparity between blacks and whites, and the social injustice contrasted between the races, considering who the police routinely target.  But this film places the responsibility front and center on the white middle class, on the Baby Boomers, the ones who marched against the war in Vietnam, or for voting rights in the South, the ones who supposedly offered an alternate moral view, as reflected by the black and white newsreel footage that Dan shows his kids, such as Attica, where, with the exception of the Indian massacres of the 19th century, the police assault on prison inmates and their hostages was the bloodiest one-day encounter between Americans since the Civil War, or the assassination of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay elected representative in the U.S, or Cesar Chavez, whose boycotts helped establish rights and benefits for migrant farm workers, or America’s CIA advocating the overthrow and assassination of a freely elected leader of Chile, Salvador Allende, replacing him with a U.S. puppet, General Augusto Pinochet, now up on war crimes charges, while Henry Kissinger expressed the U.S. view that the issue was too important to leave to the Chilean people, or Mario Savio leading the Berkeley free speech rally, with students suggesting they could help open up a crack in “the Machine.”  Why believe in a system that takes away your rights, or takes away your freedom?  While explaining to his students the ways they are oppressed by the system, that the Civil Rights movement is essentially about the injustice of the system, where protests were created to expose that unfairness and have their voices finally heard, Dan, a true child of the 60’s, one of the most misunderstood decades in the movies, makes the connection that by truthfully analyzing the problems of the past, which all of us are a part of, we might find some clues into how to solve these problems in the future.  Like disillusioned characters in a Jean Eustache film, whatever happened to this moral optimism from the 60’s, this belief that people could work together to fight against social injustice?  Everything’s become so comfortably compartmentalized now, so specialized, each looking after only their own interests, which is the modern era status quo, there’s no longer any belief that we are all in this together or that concerted action can make a difference. 

This kind of film could never be made today, where a wave of censorship and conservatism has not only swept across the country, but around the world, as corporate sponsors would never approve of overt drug use and the message that sends, completely missing the larger point of making such a daring and provocative film.  So rather than allow viewers to learn from a film like this, it’s instead tossed into the dustbin of history, like an ancient relic.  Radically departing from the cliché of historical cinematic educators who appear in the teacher savior role, this completely subverts that genre, as Dunne’s left-leaning political orientation stands in stark contrast to those seen in other teacher films, as there are no miracle transformations happening here, with kids seen sleeping in his class, or missing altogether, and no one is spared from the looming trauma of the streets, even the teacher, whose personal struggles with drug use complicate his classroom impact, yet there is a sense of triumph over adversity, with just the briefest hint of hope, choosing moral complexity over easy solutions.  Enhanced by the edgy, somewhat vacuous style, the film at times resembles an amorphous blur, yet it’s grounded in the raw vulnerability of several brilliant dramatic performances, shot on gritty 16mm, often in tight close-ups by Andrij Parekh, capturing every emotional nuance.  But identifying with the film isn’t easy, as it’s disjointed, sometimes out of focus, and the handheld camera keeps physically being knocked around a bit, so there’s a rough quality, a mood of ambiguity, with occasional eerie industrial or electronic sounds along with a psychologically probing indie soundtrack by Canada’s Broken Social Scene.  Despite the film’s unsparingly honest, near documentary style, never lapsing into cheap sentiment, it occasionally departs from naturalism, such as a noticeable scene when Drey visits her brother in prison, which takes place in perfect quiet, unlike the raucous noise that is typical of overcrowded prisons today, or when the students stare straight into the camera and repeat memorized moments in history, like similar set-up scenes in Woody Allen’s Annie Hall (1977), but it also perfectly captures the wretched state of Dan’s wasted mind when a proud parent comes up to him in a bar to thank him for his daughter’s success at Georgetown and he can’t even remember her.  Still, this accurately points out how badly we need good teachers with challenging, inquisitive minds like Dan in the public school system, despite his obvious damaged goods, as his painful honesty is heartfelt and believable, made all the more compelling because the unconventional person behind the message is so openly flawed.  Kids remember being in his class, and not the automatons pushing standardized testing that school boards would prefer, as he is not condescending, yet Dan finds it difficult to find a balance between the demons of his dark personal life and the positive outlook needed to plant the seeds of discovery and self-realization in the classroom. The power dynamic between the teacher and student is inverted in this film, as the wisdom and maturity Drey exhibits in reaching out a hand of friendship, particularly during Dan’s heavy descent into drugs, is something we don’t normally see, actually finding a connection and a chance at redemption.  Born to radical parents on a commune in Berkeley, and growing up in the same area, director Ryan Fleck shares much in common with Dan’s travails, as picking up on the residue of leftover 60’s themes comes with paying a high price for disillusionment, where the loss of that collective spirit feels so defeating, as the crushing reality is that the catastrophic circumstances that so many of these kids come from are not getting any better, despite all good intentions.  This film begins to explore finding a way out by linking some of our cultural connections to our human imperfections, by literally building a bridge of mutual tolerance.  Well worth a look, as you won’t find anything like this in theaters today.   

The film that changed my life: Ryan Fleck | Do the Right Thing  Ryan Fleck from The Guardian, April 17, 2010