Ingmar Bergman has died. Really, it’s all over the blogs, so it must be true. But here’s the thing: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a single Bergman film. Not one. Not even the really famous ones, like umm… you know the one… it has chess in it?
Ingmar Bergman has died. Really, it’s all over the blogs, so it must be true. But here’s the thing: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a single Bergman film. Not one. Not even the really famous ones, like umm… you know the one… it has chess in it?
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Thanks for saying that. Me neither!
The Seventh Seal blew my brains out with a gun of gravitas when I finally saw it a few months ago, and I am a philistine. I thought I would spend the whole time making fun of ass-chinned Death in his little hood, but that was not the case at all.
Well, as it turns out, The Seventh Seal is currently showing at a few London cinemas. So I think I’ll go and see it.
You think that’s embarrassing? I said to myself, “Gosh, I thought she was already dead.”
Ingrid. Ingmar. Gah.
I keep wanting to call him August Strindberg. But then I always get Strindberg and Schoenberg mixed up as well.