2.5 stars. Interestingly, Bergman's humourlessness had not been an issue for me until it was combined with self-serious meta-commentary, as here. The film did, however, remind me why I only spent a week as a member of my university's drama group as an undergraduate, in spite of my love of performing. Of course, the acting here was suburb, but I'd rather they weren't acting actors.
Set on a stage, a conversation between possible lovers, about past and present, about actors and directors, about life and death. This film covers a range of deep subjects and confesses to its audience about the childlike qualities one must have in order to pretend, which is essentially what acting is, and a director merely facilitates the overall effectiveness of this pretend world. A deeply thought provoking film!
Talkfest chamber piece whose popularity baffles me. This is dry as a bone stuff. A theatre director reflects on his relationships past and present. There are a couple of neat devices and the actors do their damnedest but the whole thing never breaks out of confessional, stage play territory. There are so many better Bergman films to choose from
An assignment to the powers of the conversations in this beautiful movie: Shortly after watching I dreamt a job interview in which I am laying comfortably tacked in a bad and leisurely relaxed was answering the questions of my potential future superiors. First time in my life I was able to answer and speak fully honestly and tell them all I really think. Something like the Erland's inner talks.
A director has to answer questions of utmost importance, play the mascarade of every actor and, at the same time, caress their souls and taking great care not to hurt them, thus having a huge responsibility, although he is also plunged into the great unknown. To me this film is a new landmark.