My eighth Ingmar Bergman film is, as always, excellent...
A stark, psychological story examining...something, I was never really sure what...perhaps something about artists becoming too full of themselves and their work...either way, a haunting, masterful film...
Max von Sydow is an artist living with his pregnant wife Liv Ullman, and he's been getting haunting, disturbing visions, and she's beginning to have them too (including this old, faceless woman who tells her to read his diary, where she finds out about his affair with another woman long ago, and then there is a baron and his Rogue's Gallery of friends (be they real, imagined or hallucinated) which leads to surreal scenes culminating in one involving near-necrophelia that turned into almost a prank...
Crazy sh-t...thanks, Ingmar...
1 comment:
Yeah, I second that. Thanks, Ingmar.
Great film, 9/10 in my book.
Good work by you, kudos again.
MK
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