It’s Movie Night with Ingmar Bergman. Let the dancing begin!
I watched Ingmar Bergman’s film; Summer With Monica. The rest of you probably watched it in 1956 or 66 or 76 or 86 or… What can I say? I’m in a different time zone and moving with my usual glacier-like speed.
This is a lovely film!
The film mashes several little boy fantasies;
- stealing a boat and sailing away,
- the stolen boat belonging to an iconic “older dark man in the castle” – his father in this case – even better,
- and escaping to summer islands with a willing female companion,
against the inevitable realization of what it means to be a rent-paying, child-rearing adult. The resulting sparks in this case are difficult and discouraging, but not unhopeful.
Whoa. Not unhopeful! This is Bergman, right?
I am ambivalent about Bergman. The craftsmanship is evident. The tricks with light and dark are mesmerizing. I am always impressed…and usually bored. The films are tedious. I don’t require a car crash every thirty seconds but I do appreciate an occasional pulse.
I know Mr. Bergman was famously influenced by the films of Carl Theodore Dreyer (whom I admire) and you can see this when his camera dwells on the faces of his actors, most especially in Winter Light. But in Dreyer’s films, Joan of Arc as an excellent example, while the actors’ faces are the main tool for telling the story, those faces don’t feel static or tedious. Bergman misses this distinction.
However, Summer With Monica never becomes stationary. Most of the scenes in this film leave you wanting more. How often can you say that about a Bergman film?
I really liked the film and will be thinking about it for a while yet.
Oh yeah, Harriet Andersson was pretty cute too!