Ingmar Bergman’s final film is about kids at Christmas, and also basically every other thing you can think of.
HBO is currently airing an English-language remake of this very intimate take by Ingmar Bergman on the dissolution of a marriage, originally a Swedish TV miniseries that was successfully edited down for an international release.
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?