president of the liv ullmann fanclub
confident that i would be a final girl #horror
this whole film reeks of illness.
while i’ve been able to find points of light in every other bergman film i’ve watched up to this point, there are none here. this entire film tastes like a cherry cough drop laced with poison. the few moments that appear to be sweet are still artificial and full of deception. none of the characters are without their faults. three of them may be more obvious - but even sweet andreas has anger issues…
not a great documentary by any means, maybe not even a particularly good one, but i really thought that i would be able to rate it anything lower than this? ingmar bergman is my favourite director and liv ullmann is my favourite actress (and just person, really) of all time. liv & ingmar : the definition of platonic soulmates.