Considered Bergman’s international breakthrough, yet I honestly think The Seventh Seal deserves that claim more fulsomely. This is more just a mishmash of soon-to-be institutionalised themes, and then some; a mess of ideas and technique running the gamut from screwball, slapstick, existential and bourgeoisie comedy of errors, as well as romance, satire and theology. Not to say it all doesn’t make for slight, caustic entertainment, but at most it remains a curiosity, a frivolous farce preceding far more engaging auteurist works.
between a hollywood screwball comedy and a play of Shakespeare. That it works and it is good, therefor stands the name Bergmann. Not his most demanding piece of work, but one of the most entertaining.
The razor sharp wit helped get the poignant message across without being too academic or professional. Really the only thing that it lacks is having been made before Bergman had really self-actualized in styel and personality (which still allows for a lot). Harriet Andersson's sexual power was incredible.
The comparisons to Oscar Wilde are spot on I think. Very play-like, yet beautifully photographed, and Bergman's skills as a dialogist are in full display. I admire him throwing himself into each movie he makes. Even his comedy feels like a sad confessional.
Bergman had balls to pour out such intensely personal feeling into each film. This one being no exception. I hear characters deliver lines but I'm extra conscious of the fact that I'm bearing witness to the deep seeded obsessions and kind of tortured thoughts that inhabited Bergman's mind.
At times I felt like I was watching a Lubitsch film because of the light and satirical touch Bergman applies to the thorny world of male-female relationships. But underneath it all this film is just as depressing as anything Bergman has made. His morbid view of romantic love is something I can relate too. There are so many touches of genius here, and I love how Bergman seamlessly mixes laughs with depression.
Impish, wistful, funny. Invites a snicker at human behavior in a way that reminded me very much of Shakespeare.
I thought the pacing of this was weird. The premise is so clichéd and worn that you expect it to be tighter wound, but the looseness is reminiscent of Bergman's own turbulent love life. Each couple portrays a part of his self, some of which he likes, some not. Ultimately, from the maker of The Silence and Wild Strawberries, it's a film made for money. It is beautiful, though; Gunnar Fischer hit it out of the park.
Bergman's early classics need to be rewatched and discovered again. I suppose some of them (such as this one) are better films than the ones who made in 70s. ... In "Smiles of a Summer Night", I liked playful development of characters (even if its exaggerations and poses in some sequences, now, sound old-fashioned). --------- Also, I love the Criterion's DVD cover for this film.
And who said that Ingmar Bergman didn't have a sense of humor? - Exactly