An unforgettable experience. Nykvist’s endlessly imaginative camera explores (and matches) the production’s ecstatic staging with such a scope of hallucinations that it feels more like a trip at the opera; Bergman blurs the language between mediums so entrancingly that I basically just sat there like an idiot with my jaw dropped to the floor for two and a half hours watching him direct a movie of himself directing Mozart for the stage. Fathom Events wishes.

It’s unfair that you can’t even drink after this.

Nobody told me this was about refugees!

Well, it’s the saddest film I ever did see.

Patriarchy is handing Leonardo DiCaprio an Oscar for eating bison tartar while Sheryl Lee chews her own soul out to the sound of crickets.