Our Swedish entry is, unsurprisingly, from Ingmar Bergman, about an old man taking a road trip that also ends up as sort of a trip through his life.
Ingmar Bergman’s final film is about kids at Christmas, and also basically every other thing you can think of.
Perhaps the most debated and dissected “art film” of all time, about a woman who refuses to talk and her nurse, stuck alone together in an island cottage, who seem to gradually merge into a single person. Or do they?
Ingmar Bergman’s allegorical classic about the absence of God during a plague really, really hit home with me on this viewing. Wonder why?