Ingrid Bergman exploring the museum is me watching Journey to Italy, astonished by the lively immediacy of art from the past, not at all "ascetic images" but expressive of their time and reaching into my own.
I know some feel the ending is rushed and unearned, and everyone has a right to their own opinion and all that, but uhhh they're wrong. All the external bitterness, the private revelations and yearnings, the insecurity and discovery of being in a new…