I often go into Bergman films expecting something clinical and self-serious, but they never are like that. Wild Strawberries is both charming and sometimes very frightening. The dream sequences in this are nightmarish and make me think of stuff like Meshes in the Afternoon. The best thing I can say about the movie is that it might just inspire some of its viewers to try to be better people.
★★★½ / DCP / Bergman’s sentimental journey of an old man’s reflections of a long life coming to an end is bursting with deeply felt truths, grounded through the joyful performance by Sjostrom, who finds humanity in the cantankerous old man. Full of wondrous moments, the memories of youth, the hitchhikers, the empty award ceremony and that breathtaking final shot.
Amo essa frieza delicada do filme. A lenta dor boa de existir e se transformar, ainda que na iminência do fim . A mudança como lei imutável. E esse embate entre Deus e a Ciência , entre a Moral e o Desejo, com a Dor no centro de tudo. É no devir-criança que nos encontramos em pessoa.
A masterful meditation about mortality and finitude, from cinema's most systematic dissector of it. Multiple 'deaths' appear here: Not only ageing, but also the 'death'of patriarchy (yet matriarchy is also the target) of 'Knowledge' versus Love, of 'Science' versus 'Nature' and, ultimately, of the death of God, as Isak 'experiences' crucifxion. The ephemeral joy of childhood is refracted as one of Life's last rays.
A melancholy but delicate film, which starts in a painful way but leaves us almost with a tender smile. In the end, in fact, it recounts the reconciliation with memories, in the form of a road-movie between dream and reality, present and past. Simply a classic, what else can you say?