This film is generally unlikeable. The tone shifts violently, like a child throwing a tantrum. It's angry. It's frustrating. It has no focus, no structure, and no ending. It's probably like a real adulterous affair. Thing is, the film monumentally fails at specific moments, undercutting any kind of legitimate intimacy - which a film with this subject needs to survive. The result leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
Finally managed to track this down. A strange tonality throughout, but especially at the beginning. Perhaps a little stilted at times. That said, it was fascinating: the self-destructiveness of the Gould-Andersson relationship and von Sydow's extremely humane performance. I was won over. a 'PLAYFUL' Bergman film, if you can believe it--especially in the editing. I found it all the more interesting for its faults.