Bergman’s film goes through all the gears, from the mundane to the extraordinary. A chamber piece, four characters on an idyllic Swedish island, it gives little sign of the coming storm in the opening act. A novelist father returns from time in Switzerland to visit his two children, Minus, (17) and Karin who is married to Max von Sydow’s down-to-earth Martin. There are petty family resentments, and they entertain him with a twee medieval drama about seductive death as a maiden. However, gradually deeper tensions begin to emerge, on the part of both children. Karin is sick, with an incurable illness, but she is also going mad. She hears things in a deserted room. She’s convinced god is there. She rejects her husband sexually, but in the room on her own she seems to be possessed of a sexualised psychosis. When the father leaves, this erupts in to a full-blown psychotic episode. Scratch the surface, and under the veneer of civilised society there lurk uncontrollable forces, waiting to take over your sanity. Strangely, the room where Karin goes to see her abusive god reminded me of Mariana Enriquez’s haunted houses, with rooms where the spirits hide. What seems so extraordinary here is the way Bergman constructs a completely convincing and attractive normality, only to render it asunder in the final act. Harriet Andersson gives an astonishing performance: another aspect of Bergman’s talent was his ability to push actors to completely credible extremes. There are other elements which are faultless: the sound design is brilliant, and the use of a static camera acting as witness whilst a character enters then leaves the room, (which Haneke later adopted), affords a tension-building voyeuristic element, long before surveillance cameras had become a thing/ trope.
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