La Chimera — 3/5
It's both better and worse than the 3/5 I've given it, mainly in that it creates a compelling world but takes way too fucking long to get going. I believe I remember Alan Moore saying he wrote 'Jerusalem' to be a bit of a slog to confront and drive away casual readers. As such with this movie, and these movies in general. They challenge us to keep watching, and my constant opinion of them is "if I just force myself to finish it, it will be worthwhile" and it is worthwhile enough times to keep putting myself through it. But man, fucking, get a move on. As the last half comes around, things start to feel like something. Josh O'Connor is a star, self-evident, and even more particularly Carol Duarte is something unique. In less than 60 seconds, as she starts dancing, he, and I, fall in love with her, and the whole movie turns on its head. Alice Rohrwacher knows how to be poetic, which I'll define as being able to piece together a feeling through fragments. I can't really pinpoint what the movie's about, other than being lost with the occasional malady of not being lost, but it feels like something, something untouchable, but there in front of you all the same. It's a world of lost souls, digging through graves, trying to find something worth keeping.
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