Stark, austere to the point of self parody. This is what people think of when they think of Bergman...a minister wracked with doubt about his religious faith, viciously rejecting the only person who could offer hum succor, failing in his attempt to counsel a man who seems suicidal...and then the guy does blow his head off, so the minister has to go tell the guy's wife...who has 3 1/2 children. And it's cold, gray, snowing throughout.
What's the point? We'd all be better off ending it all. At least all our suffering/angst would be over...
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