Showing posts with label magical realism. Show all posts
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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, August 23, 2019

Doña Flor and Her Two Husbands (Doña Flor e Seus Dois Maridos)





Director Bruno Barreto on the set with his leading lady Sônia Braga




 



DOÑA FLOR AND HER TWO HUSBANDS (Dona Flor e Seus Dois Maridos)  B+                  
Brazil  (110 mi)  1976 d:  Bruno Barreto
  
“He was a gigolo, a bum, and a shameless drunkard… A swindler, a penniless gambler, a cheap crook!  A scoundrel!”

A lightweight sex farce based on Jorge Amado’s 1966 fantasy novel that not only broke all Brazilian box office records as the most watched Brazilian film for some 35 years after its release (largely due to its success abroad), outgrossing both JAWS (1975) and STAR WARS (1977) combined at home, but it also introduced the world to Sônia Braga, a living legend who became an international star.  The director was only 21 at the time of the film’s release, but he is the son of Luiz Carlos Barreto, one of the most important Brazilian producers during the Cinema Novo period.  Equally important is the sensuous musical contribution from Chico Buarque, one of the artists from the Tropicália movement, or Tropicalismo, arrested at the height of the military dictatorship of the late 60’s and exiled to Italy until it was safe to return, but this film is reflective of the Bahian roots of the novelist while also a celebration of relaxed government censorship.  Set in 1943 in a city Amado helped popularize in his novels, fascinated with the culture of Salvador in the Bahia region (an historical slave port, with Brazil receiving more African slaves than any other country, driving the mining industry, also the sugar and coffee plantations, with Brazil the last country in the Western world to abolish slavery), with viewers captivated by wish-fulfillment fantasy and the exuberance of the mixed-race Bahian atmosphere, drawing upon Afro-Brazilian rituals and folklore, the film mirrors heightened Bahian interest in black culture, with white middle class inhibitions being starkly contrasted against the more openly expressive lifestyle of the black Bahian poor, where all the leads are notably light-skinned, with darker-skinned players serving lesser roles, reflecting a crucial racial stigmatization that still prevails in modern societies.  While the war and other social realities are nonexistent, of unusual interest, the original novel is a veritable record of Bahian cuisine and could be read just for the purposes of the culinary history of Bahia and the northeast of Brazil, where the film accentuates extended scenes describing food recipes in much the same way sex scenes are featured, with Braga teaching a culinary class while also not shying away from nudity (in stark contrast to the harsh repression of the ruling military regime), all designed to create a sensually exotic allure that became associated with Brazilian films.  Barreto attempted to recreate the magic several years later by adapting another Amado novel in GABRIELA (1983), an international project featuring Braga starring with Marcello Mastroianni, but the effort fell flat.  In fact, nothing in Barreto’s career has matched the commercial and artistic success of this early film.

Anyone who’s lived through the destructive social cliques in high school can remark upon seeing that elusively beautiful girl with a bad news boyfriend, often with disturbing results, as they’re really not a good match, but this film explores that marital dichotomy with exaggerated ribald humor, creating a Don Juan character who is a legendary scoundrel and a cheat, clever but morally dubious, with a reputation for drinking and womanizing that spreads throughout town from brothel to brothel, where he’s viewed with reverence.  In the opening segment, Vadinho (José Wilker) is seen drinking and singing openly on the street with a group of all-night Carnival revelers, dressed in drag where he’s strangely wearing a dress, fascinated by the appearance of a voluptuous female Carnival dancer whose booty-shaking rhythmic gyrations drives men wild, stirring them into a frenzy, with Vadinho joining in until he drops dead right there on the street.  His wife Doña Flor (Sônia Braga) is devastated, though a Greek chorus of well-wishers and gossipers offer a variety of opinions, thinking she’s better off without him, as he was a good-for-nothing lothario who brutally slapped her around and stole her money to go gambling, notoriously living at the roulette wheel where his dream was a run on number 17 that would make him rich beyond his dreams, downing rum like it’s mother’s milk during his infamous late night exploits of whore-mongering, famously sleeping with all the girls in the brothels, where his entire life was spent in childish indulgences where he’s the life of the party, while also revered as a hero by his cohort of gamblers and lowlifes as he refused to conform, but lived by his own rules, even seen at the roulette wheel on his wedding day.  Flor runs a cooking class on Bahian food, given an exotic context as it feels so dreamlike, letting her imagination run wild through local flavors, sending the film into an extensive flashback sequence, recalling how Vadinho loved her cooking, devouring her in bed as he would one of her meals, but he was utterly unreliable, out the door in a flash, always dressed in his white suit and hat, as do his bar-room friends, where it’s rare to see anyone dressed otherwise.  The women on the other hand are attired in bright colorful clothing, providing a tropical feel, always arriving in groups to offer Flor moral support after her husband stays out for days on end.  Despite losing sleep staying up at night waiting for him, it’s clear she adores the man in spite of his darker impulses, as he always puts a smile on her face promising to treat her as a queen.       

Vadinho’s indiscretions are the essential ingredient of the book and the film, as his carousing takes him to all walks of life, mixing with rich and poor alike, making no distinction, putting the finger on anyone he meets, even hitting the local priest for a gambling stake, which the padre simply can’t refuse, as the man can devilishly charm his way into anything.  Even after he’s gone, Flor has a hard time forgetting him (as does another young girl crying her eyes out at his funeral), as he’s left his larger-than-life imprint, where there’s literally no one else like him.  But after Vadinho, her mother pushes Flor towards respectability, the polar opposite of her first husband, thinking that’s the best thing for her, playing matchmaker with local pharmacist Teodoro (Mauro Mendonça), a perfect gentleman and a pillar of respectability in the community who looks admiringly on her from afar.  Despite his polite manner and cultivated bourgeois taste, with a flair for playing the bassoon, much is made of that absurdly comic obsession, bringing them an air of refinement, which ends up having little to do with her overall happiness.  An older man who is completely dull and unexciting in every respect, with everything in moderation, providing financial stability, which is important, and he’s considerate, but bland, lacking the animal magnetism of her first husband.  Despite the appearance of happiness, Flor is still not content, as her new husband can’t satisfy her sexual appetite, leaving her yearning for Vadinho, despite his reckless, devil-may-care attitude.   On the one year anniversary of her marriage, apparently from the afterlife, Vadinho actually reappears completely naked on her bed with a big smile on his face, as if to ask if she missed him.  Already knowing the answer, he pushes his luck, which sends her recoiling in fear, not wanting to cheat on her husband.  The gist of it is only Flor can see him (usually naked), as he’s returned as a ghost of himself, but he’s still up to his old ways, taking measures into his own hands to allow his barmates to go on that magical run at the roulette wheel that he never managed.  Easily the best scene is Vadinho sitting on a dresser laughing hysterically at the pathetic display of lovemaking in this new relationship, knowing immediately what she’s missing, encouraging her with kisses.  Somewhat humiliated, she’s torn by his presence, wishing he would just disappear.  In an epic display of Bahian black magic and voodoo, Flor attempts to fight the spirits to make him go away, and it nearly succeeds, which instantly scares the hell out of her, leaving her shockingly disappointed at the thought, immediately drawn to him again, which brings him back to her.  Through magical realism, a staple of South American literature, a kind of mythic resolution allows Flor to discover an imaginary way to keep both husbands, where the whimsical finale is a picture of bourgeois respectability, a threesome in bed, seen attending church, walking through the center of town, with Vadinho’s ghost tagging along stark naked, grabbing at Flor’s butt, where she is totally at peace with this new arrangement, while Teodoro remains utterly clueless about what’s going on.  While the film is a constant delight, the inherent patriarchal message, and sexist double standard, is that Vadinho, as a man, is free to carouse to his heart’s content, perhaps embodied by dictatorial regimes, while Flor, as a woman, may only imagine such sexual freedom, with her sensuality playing out in culinary expression.