It is becoming increasingly clear to me that Ingmar Bergman is to film, what William Shakespeare is to theatre. I wish I was exaggerating. His ability to tell a simple story, with an overwhelming undercurrent of complex ideas, issues, and crisis, without any compromise, but with breathtaking symbolism, gut-wrenching realism, and absolute, brutal dialogue, that will often leave you in a crisis of your own - is simply unparalleled. What I mean to say is - there should be frogs, that fall from the sky, at the end of all of his films - at least the ones that I have seen.
One scene, in particular, was so intense (like, "Dead Man Walking" intense) that it had never been seen in American theaters or homes, until Criterion Collection restored it. This censorship occurred, even after the Academy (whoever they are) gave Bergman the award for best foreign film in 1960. Unbelievable.
I don't know what else to say.
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