It’s a sad, sad day.
Jay Stone CanWest News Service
Monday, July 30, 2007
When the news broke that Ingmar Bergman had died on the lonely and windswept island of Faro, off the coast of Sweden, it seemed like an appropriately tragic spot. Bergman spent a lifetime creating lonely and windswept movies: a cinema of inner life in which man was tormented by his relationship with women and with God. The rest can be read here.
I’ll write something when I get a chance.