The rancor of old age is its own purgatory, geriatric thawing is a crisscrossing spectacle, a constellation dilated by Resnais in Providence. Scolded in merciless dreams and awarded in pompous ceremonies, the chastened curmudgeon has at long last the reward of a smiling flirtation and a peaceful night’s sleep. “A nice and relaxing drive, wasn’t it?” Sjöström’s sublimely creased face in serene close-up comprises the concluding oasis, Bergman contemplates the miracle in awe and envy.
Fernando F. Croce
January 01, 2010