Showing posts with label Gunnar Bjornstrand. Show all posts
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Friday, June 17, 2011

Wild Strawberries (1957, Smultronstället)

Wild Strawberries is about an aged doctor, Isak Borg, traveling to receive an honorary degree.  He is accompanied by his daughter-in-law, and during their car trip Isak recalls episodes from his past.  Convention would assume the Professor is experiencing his memory due to the acute awareness of his own death, but Ingmar Bergman’s film is more celebratory of life and its creatures’ follies.  Isak isn’t remembering because he is dying.  He remembers because he is alive, and self-doubt is not reserved for the young.

A lifetime achievement award seems to summon the end of one’s life, especially for those who have devoted all their passions to their work.  Alfred Hitchcock, when receiving the honor from the American Film Institute, thanked his audience and proclaimed, “I think I will go on.”  Sadly he didn’t, but Isak Borg will go as stubbornly as his still living elderly mother, going strong at 96.  To understand the deeper truth to Bergman’s film, it helps to have an understanding of the director through his film work to see how his perspective changed with age, and in particular the transition period Bergman found himself in during Wild Strawberries.  Bergman had made 16 movies before Wild Strawberries, and his cinematic counterpart had been actor Birger Malmsten, a handsome but gouache Swedish lead.  In their films together, Malmsten portrayed an insecure, repressed young man wandering to find his way.  His romances were messy and dangerous, and life was not kind.  If Bergman never intended to make Malmsten his alter ego, the scripts the director was writing were certainly self-possessed.  Isak Borg, in the context of Bergman’s heroes, is very telling of a director who for the first time was receiving great international praise for his work.  Gone is the stubbornness and childish defiance of Malmsten’s characters.  Isak has achieved something.  Bergman had too, and their fears are that their accomplishments are meaningless; that they were frauds fooling at times even themselves; and the fear of being exposed as empty.  Insecurities are not limited to the youth who are finding their way.  Bergman was growing as an artist, but the fears any professional has, at least in Bergman’s case, did haunt him well into middle age.  Lifetime recognition proclaims to others but most chillingly to the recipient that they’ve achieved all they can in their profession.

We remember the past not as our former selves but as the people we are the moment we are remembering.  “Flashbacks” as narrative devices are actually active moments in a film, existing in the present.  This is one of Wild Strawberries’ biggest accomplishments.  Isak can remember the past, his eccentric extended family, the wild strawberry bushes on their property, with the insight of so many years’ experience.  We all would do things differently if we could.  Even without regrets; if we’re lucky, time gives us experience that allows us to become our selves.  There is no one age where we truly understand who we are and the story isn’t written until the later years.  That does not mean death.  There is a beautiful moment at the climax (though that word might be inaccurate given the unique qualities of Bergman’s narrative structures) when Isak is taken to see his parents during the film’s final fantasy flashback sequence.  He sees them from across a pond, and the expression on Victor Sjöström’s face is one of great serenity.  He is not crying or gushing of happiness.  What I’ve always been impressed with is Bergman’s lack of sentimentality; not because I dislike emotion.  On the contrary, Bergman’s approach allows him to be honest, and instead of tears Isak Borg looks at his parents with fondness and understanding.  Having lived a life of his own, sharing probably in similar emotional experiences as his parents, he can understand them and appreciate them as human beings.

Convention would, after the Professor’s final flashback, tucked in bed and ready for sleep, allow Isak to die.  In Hollywood storytelling that would tie things up, package the story, and give us a sense of resolution.  Such endings are so pessimistic because life goes on, even for the elderly.  Isak, I believe, undergoes some very profound and subtle changes that allow him to grow at his old age.  It’s great that Bergman will allow his character the dignity to experience at least one more day with this new perspective.

The youth in the film is very special.  They oddly are liberated from doubt.  They are carefree and hopeful.  Bibi Andersson, one of Bergman’s many brilliant leading ladies, plays a duel-role: Sara, Isak’s cousin in the flashbacks, the woman he loved and wanted to marry, and Sara, a hitchhiker going with two male friends to Italy.  Let’s talk about the modern-day Sara.  Her biggest woe is deciding which of her boyfriends she really likes.  There’s Viktor, a theologian, and Anders, a doctor.  Their fights over God give the film its biggest laugh.  They box over God’s existence, and when they return defeated to Sara, she asks, “Does God exist?”  Andersson is especially sweet, and her scenes give the film much of its beauty.  Sara of the past is theatrical, possessing the neurosis apt of a formal, hierarchal society.  In the modern world of the film, the elderly retreat into themselves: Isak, of course; his mother, and Miss Agda, Isak’s housekeeper and comic combatant.  Isak’s son and daughter-in-law are repeating the mistakes of the past, but the new youth is hope for the future.

Isak and Marianne, his daughter-in-law; their relationship I found intriguing.  Maybe because it is so unusual to see this family relation depicted in fiction, but it is poignant that Isak discovers much about his own son through the conversations with Marianne.  Evald, the son, is a stranger to Isak and yet he hates his elderly father.  Isak is surprised by this, but he accepts it.  Maybe his son’s feelings are understandable to him.  The two opposing characters, Isak and Marianne, traveling in a car, might make the film seem like a buddy picture, but Wild Strawberries lacks the required and implausible confessions and revelations seen in the genre.  Instead these characters experience growth unparalleled in most films.  By depicting moments—conversations, glances, experiences not directly related to plot (the visit to Isak’s mother, for example) Bergman, as he nearly always does, gives us people more than characters.

The film is a bridge between Bergman’s past and future work.  He has the formal structure and the theatrical rhythm typical of his early film.  Bergman came from the theatre, and he continued to write his films like plays, and many of his published screenplays are indeed in play form.  His cinematographer during the 1950s, Gunnar Fisher, achieves his most delicate work in Wild Strawberries, a more naturalistic view of the world that looks ahead to Bergman’s work with the masterful Sven Nykvist.  Bergman’s screenplay and scenario is more typical of the chamber dramas that define his 60s and 70s output.  Isak Borg will make way for the weak, mawkish male figures in films like Persona, Shame, and Scenes from a Marriage.  As Bergman’s success increased, his insecurities did too, but it is easy to imagine the director at peace towards the end of his own life—a journey we can imagine as frightful and full as Isak Borg’s.  His last films are proof of this; Fanny and Alexander and Saraband are rich in their human qualities.  Sorrow still exists but the director had realized that the poor parts of life are eclipsed by the joys, and he was talented enough to make these beautiful moments as profound and rich as the heavy drama.  These films show the great Bergman characters accepting peace where they find it, and where the past has made room for it.

Wild Strawberries (1957)
(a.k.a. Smultronstället)
Director: Ingmar Bergman
Writer: Ingmar Bergman
Stars: Victor Sjostrom, Bibi Andersson, Ingrid Thulin and Gunnar Bjornstrand
Sweden
In Swedish
Runtime: 91 minutes

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Monday, May 2, 2011

Seventh Seal, The (1957, Sjunde inseglet, Det)

The Seventh Seal belongs to a small group of films that so honestly depicts what life must have been like in The Middle Ages.  I’ve read arguments suggesting that the costumes are not authentic, but such details cannot dismantle the atmosphere created by a lack of ornamental detail.  The Seventh Seal strips down all facets of artifice to create a very palpable existence.

It is set during the Black Death; Knight Antonius Block and his squire Jons have returned from 10 years of violence in the Crusades only to be met with more violence at home.  Death comes to claim Antonius on the beach, one of cinema’s most recognized images.  Antonius challenges Death to a game of chess, and during their game which takes place in segments, the Knight gets to live—for reasons that are his own; Death is not privy to them.

Jof and Mia and their toddler son are actors from a small troupe lead by the rascal Raval.  Raval escapes the torturous life of an actor by running away with the blacksmith’s wife.  Jof and Mia remain innocent and naïve during this cruel time; as they perform for an unappreciative audience, the dispassion turns to humiliation as Jof is heckled.  A band of flagellants disrupts their performance in one of the film’s most chilling scenes.  Men and women who believe the end is near parade themselves, some carrying crosses, others abusing themselves to appease God.  These are the equivalents to modern day people on the streets with posters warning the end is near, except the modern thinkers are too weak for pain and rely only on spectacle.

The Seventh Seal was the first Ingmar Bergman film I had seen, and it was one of my first foreign language films.  It embarrasses me to admit but the film put me to sleep.  To be fair I had only 4 hours sleep and had to sit through a CPR class at 8am, and began the film around 9 at night.  I wasn’t accustomed to the pace of a Bergman film, which is different even from other foreign films.  For reasons I’m still not sure of, I pursued other Bergman works, and discovered the austere brilliance of the director’s work with Sven Nykvist, films made in the 1960s and 70s.  I closed myself off from the director’s early work until about 2 years later when I decided to watch every one of Bergman’s films in chronological order.  I was delighted to discover that many of this early films are brilliant, some masterpieces.  Dreams is a particular favorite, looking ahead to films like Cries and Whispers, at least in its construction.  It was during my second viewing via Criterion’s perfectly restored Blu-ray that I first appreciated The Seventh Seal.  Perhaps the film made more sense in context to the director’s output thus far, but I think I was mature enough as a film buff to discover the great pleasures the film offers.

One is humor.  There is never a moment when the film is laugh-out-loud funny, but Squire Jons has many great lines.  At the beginning when he and the Knight meet a man sitting by the side of the road; Jons asks for directions only to discover the man a corpse.  The Knight asks what the man said, and Jof replies, “He was quite eloquent.”  In many ways the film reminds me of Shakespeare.  Bergman was a playwright first and undoubtedly read more of Shakespeare than I care to.  In particular the film, in its parts humor, horror and whimsy, recalls “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”  Gunnar Björnstrand is one of Bergman’s great actors.  He’s the only substantial male lead who was physically handsome.  Björnstrand excelled in comedy, evidenced in a film like A Lesson in Love.  He showed off his awesome dramatic talents for Bergman many times as well, and his Jons is an observant man, the character here most closely related to Bergman I think, the doubter, the scorner of those with false faith, ridiculing the cruelties of man while accepting that, at least for him, God does not exist.  A vital function of the humor (and Jons doesn’t carry it all—the blacksmith and Raval’s duel which takes an unexpected role reversal, and in particular Raval’s dues) is that it punctuates the horror.  The scene of the flagellants or the burning of the witch is horrible to witness.  It’s almost indescribable how potent Bergman assembled his film.

One of the great strengths of the film is it’s openness to interpretation.  Bergman often claimed during his younger years a lack of faith in God.  In his later years, particularly in an interview when promoting Saraband in 2003, he believed that when he died he would be united with his beloved wife Ingrid.  It might be the fear of nothingness that made Bergman cling to religious beliefs, and it is this fear that drives the religious characters in The Seventh Seal.  The Knight stalls Death because he must understand God in tangible terms.  The only figures willing to engage in such conversation are the folks tormenting a young girl, proclaiming her a witch and the cause of the plague.  But they are near sighted.  The girl has been beaten to submission, and believes that she is in communion with the devil.  Antonius asks her about him because he is a connection to God, but staring into the girl’s eyes only reveals her fear of the stake.  The men who torture her are typical zealots, men who have faith in their own Earthly power and not in the God they profess to believe in.

Death is the obvious connection, on a metaphysical level, to God that the Knight can engage.  But Death remains elusive all through their encounters.  He reveals one important piece of information that seems contradictory to expectation but one that suggests there is no God: Death does not know; he has no answers.  This seems to settle things for Antonius, or at least it allows him some peace.  For someone with no religious convictions like myself, the film can be read as a life unfilled by a true God; only mortals spread disease and violence, but also beauty.  Death is not an evil or a mystical force.  The character is a personification of the plague; Death is a character in Bergman’s play.  He has no answers because he has no connection to God.  Death is a function of life.  It is not evil.  It merely removes those whose life has ended.  For those religiously inclined the film will mean something different.  It is about the mysteries of faith.  The bible tells us we on Earth cannot fathom God’s wisdom.  If the film is religious then it plays its viewpoints fair.  A glaring fault of religious epics is its insistence in God and Jesus Christ.  The Seventh Seal is only a document.  Great arguments can be made on both sides (probably greater arguments for God’s existence can be made by others) and yet The Seventh Seal is not an intellectual exercise as Bosley Crowther argued in 1958.  It asks questions and provides only facets of answers through the sheer force of its images.  To claim the film is intellectual ignores the passion and humanity that is always a part of Bergman’s work.  That he asks BIG questions is merely the director communicating with anyone in order to make sense of life as it has been taught to him.

The Seventh Seal is essential viewing for film people.  Any book on cinema history will quote its images.  Two shots from the film’s opening scene have been reproduced hundreds of times.  The Dance with Death is another one.  Ingmar Bergman is one of the medium’s great directors, and this film has been the introduction of many to his unique voice.  The film is humorous and unpleasant, fascinating to watch and a great historical document as a piece of film and of its subject matter.

Seventh Seal, The (1957)
(a.k.a. Sjunde inseglet, Det)
Director: Ingmar Bergman
Writer: Ingmar Bergman
Stars: Max von Sydow, Gunnar Bjornstrand, Bengt Ekerot and Bibi Andersson
Sweden
In Swedish
Runtime: 96 minutes

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Purchase The Seventh Seal on Criterion Blu-ray & DVD via Amazon.  Also linked below is a collection of books on the film and Bergman, including the published screenplay and 2 autobiographies: