Directed by Ingmar Bergman
My frequent readers (and even my non frequent readers since he is constantly appearing) know that I am not a fan of Bergman. I simply don't like his style and I find his movies to be a power sleeping aid. Unfortunately, I have to keep repeating this and you have to keep reading it because he WON'T GO AWAY! Attention Listmakers: if a set of films are all the same, one is enough!!! I know the plots can be drastically different, but somehow or another we always end up in the same place: watching a sad man having some sort of weird dream.
I am sure both Larry and Ray will be able to explain this film better in the comments section, so perhaps I shall leave it to them. I will say that this movie certainly succeeds in being disturbing. The casting was quite brilliantly effective. Every time Liv Ullman was on the screen I felt vaguely upset; she is so innocent and beautiful! So in that very tiny, tiny way I will give Bergman credit; I really felt connected to the characters. There, I was nice. Gentlemen, take it away.
Bergman was unhappy with this film and felt like it came across as poor and uneven. I could kiss this man. Yes, I agree, Ingmar!