Josh O'Connor's Arthur is trapped in the past, which he explores with a candle, and in that darkness lives the love of his life, a ghost who visits him in his dreams.
La Chimera's vibe is relaxed, like the Italian countryside where it takes place, but it's also sick with sorrow. The movie's elevator pitch could be this: What if Indiana Jones were a lanky, soulful tomb raider sniffing out ancient graves with the help of a bunch of local weirdoes and then selling the treasures they steal for wine money?
There is something Altman-esque about La Chimera; it's a romp, a hang-out caper, but death stalks the whole affair. Director Alice Rohrwacher's camera is friendly but unsentimental—she knows her hero's heart is broken beyond repair, and she doesn't let him know until it's too late. Rohrwacher hopes for the best, but humans are doomed, every one of us.