Wednesday, August 01, 2007

The trees dance their homage to Ingmar Bergman.

The Trees Dance their Homage to Ingmar Bergman
I miss him too.

UPDATE: So does Mike Wilmington.
Throughout his life and unrivaled career, he was dismissed by some critics as arty, pretentious and too apolitical. But those judgments say far more about his critics than about his work. The young Bergman loved film noir (especially the thrillers of Raoul Walsh and Michael Curtiz), and he once called western movie master John Ford the greatest living director. He was no snob, and he could be scathing when he detected snobbery in others.

He was my favorite filmmaker -- and only partly because my maternal grandparents were Swedish, and I loved the rhythm of his actors, his speeches. Through the years, I met some of those actors, including Liv, Max and Bibi, but never Bergman himself. That dark, smiling, brilliant presence, locked away on Faro, eluded me.

But in a way, I've always known him, ever since the first time I saw Wild Strawberries as a college freshman and fell in love with Bibi as Sara. Since then, I've loved his films and his people with the special intensity of a youthful crush that grows and deepens throughout a lifetime -- and that never dies. He never will, and his movies never will.
Wilmington, who began his career as a film critic with Isthmus here in Madison, before moving on to the LA Times, and then the Chicago Tribune, has returned to the pages of Isthmus with a weekly video rundown. His graceful and touching tribute to Bergman includes an annotated list of available DVD releases.

1 comment:

George Hesselberg said...

Wow. Perfect photo for that.