A nurse (Bibi Andersson) is put in charge of an actress (Liv Ullmann) who no longer speaks and finds that the actress’ persona is melding with hers. One of Ingmar Bergman’s most revered motion pictures.
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A cogent meta-narrative exploring the blurred lines between love and hate. Bergman's tropes are often utilised in contemporary cinema (none more so than by his most famous fan, Woody Allen) and occasionally parodied (500 Days of Summer), but his avant-garde affectations rivalled Bunuel for their semantic clout.
Outward, everyday performativity (Vogler) bisected from driving inner forces of belief and desire (Alma); patriarchal expectations and maternal guilt render unity of self an impossible responsibility. Also a parable for performance itself; an actress resorts to meager co-existence when a part baffles empathetically, even as the dream of pure transformation lingers. Bergman setting the bar way too fucking high.
Persona" is an experience. And "Persona" IS experience. Indescribable not because it wants to be, but indescribable because it is. Who are we? Who do we want to be? Who are we comfortable being? Who do we need to be? And why? Is it live, or is it memorex??
a lot of experiments were shown by bergman in this film. "lot of fun studying her" was turning point in this "beautiful" relationship between alma and elisabet. use of shadows and lighting is melding with the charming performances. and cinematographer is so breathtaking. one of the best of bergman's
An astonishing film full of beautiful images and intimate, occasionally erotic monologues. I feared I would miss something if I blinked. The larger conversation about cinematic attempts at recreating reality combined with the hypnotic surrealism makes Persona one of the 20th Century's greatest works of art.
The best way to describe this film is to call it MINIMALIST TO THE POINT OF ABSTRACTION. We can debate all night about it's subject, but for me this is less a film and more a statement. A statement where Bergman seems to loathe himself for only being able to cope with reality through representations. The result is such a self destructive masterpiece that is constantly on verge of erupting.
So the plot isn't that clear, and I'll admit that I had to look up for possible explanations when the film ended. This is a surrealist story about two women that relate to each other in a very strange way, a shear style exercise that keeps you intrigued throughout. It's the first Bergman I watched, but it sure made me want to see more of him.
One day we simply get to a place where we don't know where do we end and where the other begins. It's all blurred lines. The lack of feelings for catastrophes is a theme I'm really into too. I see the discussion about this movie is still really awake, I guess there is a lot to do with personal interpretation.