Bibi Andersson yells at people to try to get them to talk about what they just watched. About art. She wants to open up discourse, but it seems the only discourse possible between men and women in this film is intercourse.
Lysistrata both on-stage and off.
Mai Zetterling whips up a swinging 1960s Swedish nightmare where the only solution seems to be to dance.
Features Gunnar Bjornstrand and Erland Josephson questioning if women ever existed in the first place. Gunnar's earned his most annoying film role I've seen thus far award here, bravo.
There's a whole lot of actual laughing done by actors in this film, but make no mistake, this is not a comedy, it's Greek tragedy.