Wild Strawberries
There is something very odd and fascinating about this movie, and I think it has a lot to do with the way the characters interact with each other, or, how some of them don't interact with each other at all in any way that makes sense. I posit one of three theories:
1. I personally don't understand the conventions of 1950-Sweden's social interactions.
2. Swedish people are crazy.
3. The oddity of it all was aimed to make a very deep statement.
Right now I'm inclining towards 3, although it needs some further reflection before I'm sure. At any rate, Wild Strawberries wasn't awfully depressing the way the other Berman movies I saw (Seventh Seal, Fanny and Alexander) were. It is in fact lyrical and elegant (in spite of the rude/hurtful/egomanical way the characters treat each other), so I'd like to believe that the discomfort I felt with the movie had to do with the density of its pathos.
1. I personally don't understand the conventions of 1950-Sweden's social interactions.
2. Swedish people are crazy.
3. The oddity of it all was aimed to make a very deep statement.
Right now I'm inclining towards 3, although it needs some further reflection before I'm sure. At any rate, Wild Strawberries wasn't awfully depressing the way the other Berman movies I saw (Seventh Seal, Fanny and Alexander) were. It is in fact lyrical and elegant (in spite of the rude/hurtful/egomanical way the characters treat each other), so I'd like to believe that the discomfort I felt with the movie had to do with the density of its pathos.
posted by Rex at 11:03 PM
6 Comments:
waiting for godot?
No, his weirdness must be blamed on France. And in general, cowardice, too.
I'm glad you liked the movie! BTW, weren't Swedish chicks in the 50s so much hotter than their American counterparts?
You mean like...Marilyn Monroe? I don't THINK so.
Marilyn wasn't that hot!
Whatever! You're a towel.
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