This Bergman’s film is a master-piece, without a doubt, but I don’t recommend watching it if you’re in a depressive state, particularly, if you had a quarrel with your mother. They didn’t advise me, and I chose to watch it while in a “recovery period” – one of the worst decisions I have ever made after accepting to operate my Septum bone (for those who don’t know, it’s a cartilage in the nose-if your Septum is deviated, you are not breathing well, and may have a nasal voice). Obviously, neither couldn’t I cry in peace, nor breathe… If you don’t cry while watching this movie, you should consider some soul searching; you might just find one… Otherwise, don’t say I didn’t advice you… You will either end up feeling miserable, over-analyzing your mother-and-daughter relationship, or feeling a much greater, inflated regret about something you have said or done to your beloved procreator (don’t underestimate the infatuation that will be instigated by Ingrid’s “laid-back” script, and Liv Ullman’s compelling performance). At first, “plain and kind” Eva will seem harmless, and bluntly paranoid, but then… you will have to watch for yourself, it’s too impressive and attention-grabbing (besides being rather complex to explain just in words, particularly for someone who is not a film critic).
Like a chimera transformed into a nightmare, an idyllic, long anticipated family reunion, transformed into a duel. Love and hatred walking hand in hand through memory lane, bathed by a rain of profuse desperation.
p.s. you might consider taking notes while watching Autumn Sonata - it has plenty of remarkable thoughts, and beautiful, yet sharp lexis.
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