Today is Ingmar Bergman’s birthday!
I know – you’re ready to leap from the computer to rush out to buy a piñata and cake.
Or, more likely, you re-read the above sentence a couple times as your brain grappled with confusion over whether or not I wrote Ingrid Bergman. Quite possibly, some of you still think I did.
Actress Ingrid Bergman, star of "Casablanca" and the Bergman film "Autumn Sonata";
no relation to the director and much better looking in a dress.
I’m not being (intentionally) condescending; it’s just that that’s what seems to happen every time I gush about my most favorite film director.
Fellini, Buñuel, Pasolini, Hitchcock, Godard, Woody Allen… There are many film directors that cause me to go weak in the superego, but none of them so deeply penetrate my soul and slop it on the screen like ol’ Ingmar.
Furthermore, many of his films star his ex-wife and one of my favorite actresses, Liv Ullman.
Liv Ullman looking ravishing as she has a nervous breakdown in "Persona"
I’m the first to admit that his films aren’t for everyone. They’re an intimidating option when considering an evening’s entertainment. When faced with “what to do”, who in their right mind would subject themselves to a somber, cryptic and psychologically penetrating film in which handsome Swedes come to grips with their innermost core-of-self amidst Midnight Sun landscapes?