Winter Light// Nattvardsgästerna (Ingmar Bergman - 1963)
God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened, so bitter? Why must I realize how wretched I am? Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance? If there is a purpose to my suffering, then tell me, so I can bear my pain without complaint. I’m strong. You made me so very strong in both body and soul, but you never give me a task worthy of my strength. Give my life meaning, and I’ll be your obedient slave.
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“Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness. At the editing table, when I run the strip of film through, frame by frame, I still feel that dizzy sense of magic of my childhood: in the darkness of the wardrobe, I slowly wind on one frame after another, see the almost imperceptible changes, wind faster — a movement.”
Ingmar Bergman (July 14, 1918 -– July 30, 2007)
Winter Light// Nattvardsgästerna (Ingmar Bergman - 1963)
God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened, so bitter? Why must I realize how wretched I am? Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance? If there is a purpose to my suffering, then tell me, so I can bear my pain without complaint. I’m strong. You made me so very strong in both body and soul, but you never give me a task worthy of my strength. Give my life meaning, and I’ll be your obedient slave
Gunnel, Ingrid, Gunnar, Max, and Ingmar 5evah
Björnstrand and Bergman, Winter Light (1963)
Bergman and Company
Ingrid Thulin in Ingmar Bergman’s films: wild strawberries, the magician, brink of life, winter light, the silence, hour of the wolf, the rite, cries and whispers, after the rehearsal
