What might peak “Bergman” look like? The name is placed in inverted commas under the assumption that the idea of the auteur supersedes the reality. “Bergman” is bleak, despairing, nordic, snowy. Not all Bergman films share these qualities. Some are more “Bergman” than others. Winter Light is in this sense quintessentially “Bergman”. It opens with a ten to fifteen minute sequence of a church service, unadorned, save for the way the camera picks out the few faces in the congregation, who we assume might be characters we will later follow. Some are, some are not. Not to give too much away, what follows is despair, random suicide, emotional violence, snow, cold, and some kind of doomed human resilience. It is, perhaps, peak “Bergman”, as austere as one could hope for, a few hours stripped back to a kind of desperate pointlessness, religion that fails to console, lives that are endured rather than enjoyed. I have to confess to enjoying it, noting that the scene where the priest tells his would-be paramour how much he hates her, and she reciprocates, is a scene where the bleakness spills over into a kind of warped, gothic humour, completely undercut by what immediately follows.
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