The horror of grief; the pain of loneliness.
I don’t want you to be kind to me
Well. Having been left slightly cold by Wild Strawberries, this crimson-bathed, claustrophobic nightmare of grief, faith and family drama had me captured with its opening shots. The overbearing sense of horror in this film is so raw; it’s the horror of the psyche, of emotional torment driven home by Bergman’s limited use of space and intense closeups of faces contorted in their own grief.
I’m so glad I tried again with Bergman.