It was with shock that within hours of learning, belatedly, of the death of one of my two closest cinematic heroes — Ingmar Bergman — I now hear of the passing of the other. What a week this has been, and it’s still only Tuesday.
A generation of masters, perhaps the greatest masters have gone. Post-war art-house cinema has ended in a day.
I hope to write more in a day or two. — Josef Krebs
Liv Ullmann, Julia Dufvenius, and Ingmar Bergman during the shooting of Saraband
"No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul."
— Ingmar Bergman
14 July 1918 — 30 July 2007
Whenever I’m feeling down or drained, blue or beleaguered, I go up to the screening room and put on a movie by Ingmar Bergman. While he has the reputation amongst non-believers of being heavy, gloomy, or depressing, the brilliance of his filmmaking is always uplifting, inspiring, and the depth of his thinking on life, the individual, and relationships help put everyday concerns into perspective. Just a few minutes of Through A Glass Darkly, The Seventh Seal, Persona, or Wild Strawberries and I already start feeling better. —Josef Krebs
You can watch it in France, you can watch it in Spain but you can’t watch one of America’s greatest masterpieces on DVD in America — not unless you import it and buy a multi-region player too. Where the heck is my The Magnificent Ambersons DVD?
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