A re-watch in memoriam of a grande dame of the cinema, departed today.
This is an idiot savant of a film.... It would've been much better silent (or dialogue-free, at least); its verbally articulated "ideas" barely work even as satire, all banal third-rate hippy-dippie quasi-observations, whether they're political or metaphysical. (Kenneth Anger is so much better at weaving the occult/"Satanic" stuff into his similar-minded but much more whole and successful works.) Still, a great many of its images, in composition/re-composition, movement, mise-en-scène, and color, have an undeniable accomplishment and power to them. Next time, I might watch it with the sound off!
One is permitted some certainty regarding LIV & INGMAR director Dheeraj Akolkar's familiarity with the films of Ingmar Bergman -- why, after all, would one make a documentary on this subject if not an admirer of that rich and varied body of work? In that context, it contains one awful violation after another -- clips from Bergman's works endlessly mangled (with awful, "ominous" multiplex sound effects for emphasis, ugh) and cheaply abused/misleadingly edited as very ill-fitting illustration for the story told…