Nowhere near as bad as its reputation leads it to be, it just so happens to be sandwiched between his Faith Trilogy and his masterpiece, Persona. On its own, its a mildly enjoyable comedy with nice touches of the fantastic. There's also hints that the chauffeur and the cellist are the same, the artist and the man, with the wife being dragged along this affair to keep his obsession in check. Not incredible, but decent
A playful stab at trying to recapture the breezy coupling of films like Smiles of a Summer Night or A Lesson in Love ends up neither playful or entertaining. Was a definite lighter break in a series of serious films, but there is no way to see this as anything but a rare dud from Bergman.
Following the dark, contemplative God trilogy and before "Persona", Bergman experimented with color and comedy for this weird, slight film about a music critic, a virtuoso cellist, and his house of mistresses. A curio for Bergman fans, but not much else.