Pretty typical Bergman from 1961. On an island in the Baltic a woman goes quietly mad, again, at a summer cottage while the members of her family twist and cry and moan in sympathetic entwinement. The tone was unrelentingly grim. Oblique dabble into incest. Much angst and hand-wringing. Blessedly little talk of god.
The cine by Sven Nyqvist was stunning...easily the best feature of the film for me. Each scene, in or outdoors perfectly lit with a kind of soft hyper-reality. Marvelous-looking film.
The teenaged brother was a bit over-played which hurt the sense of realism the rest of the film hit. HA's meltdown was wonderfully played...one of those scenes great actors pray for.
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