This gem of a film was only enriched far more through a rewatch.
Following the life of Arthur (Art-Ur) a grifter who passes through various missions rescuing ancient Etruscan works of art, La Chimera is about binaries - particularly that of life and death, absence and presence.
Battling the heartache of losing his lover Beniamina, Arthur continues to seek life in the dead objects underground with his motley Tombaroli (a kind of Fellini-esque troupe of disenchanted fellows) selling them in…
A nice excuse for Paul Schrader to make some perverted film about a calvinist priest whose beloved daughter goes missing from the dull backwaters of the mid-west only to find himself drawn into the nefarious underbelly of the hardcore porn industry. I think the sound design pretty much stole the show for me and George C. Scott's performance was delightful although the suspension of disbelief was at times a little too grand for me to follow.