Showing posts with label ingmar bergman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ingmar bergman. Show all posts
såsom i en spegel
ingmar bergman - through a glass darkly - 1961cinematography by sven nykvistclassic drone seriessound, sound design, music in filmcorne de brume / une certaine eau*****water, fog horn, stones, rain, j.s. bach, motor(dialogue edited out)sound - staffan dalin, stig flodinmusic - j.s. bach, erik nordgren
nattvardsgästerna
ingmar bergman - winter light - 1963cinematography by sven nykvistclassic drone seriessound, sound design, music in filmjonas persson est mort / une certaine eau*****sound effects - evald anderssonsound - stig flodin & brian wikström
robert bresson, ingmar bergman, free from all impurities
coffee in mouchettei felt a strong affinity with bernanos' and bresson's mouchette. it's a film i would have liked to have made myself, but which i didn't understand. in mouchette the motif is expressed clearly and explicitly, free from all impurities. the girl in mouchette and the girl in the devil's wanton are sisters, sisters in two similar worlds.but while the devil's wanton is full of
robert bresson, andrei tarkovsky, very few means of expression
while doing roublev i forced myself to be very hard and very dry, tending towards a sort of olympic calm that, for me, is the major quality of the art of directing a film. so i might as well as tell you that i'm very fond of bresson. page 30in paris, i have asked to meet bresson. we have nothing in common, but he's one of the best directors i know. i want to see him, to see his face, to see how
hopelessness of not being able to die
before the storm:(fade to red)it is early in the morning and i am in pain (cinematography by sven nykvist)i was asked to look for some frames from ingmar bergman's cries and whispers (1972) that illustrate kierkegaard's hopelessness of not even being able to die* for a ghostly observer of the art of memory (zeyno dagli) who is writing her phd-thesis on death, dying and suffering.here are a few...
bergman on bergman
ingmar bergman: the silence, 1963from bergman on bergman: interviews with ingmar bergman:it's of no interest, perhaps, but yesterday evening i was reflecting on the origins of the silence. i can no longer lay my hands on the work-books for it, i don't know what i've done with them- but i remember that it was about christmas time, and that the silence, just like winter light, began with a piece of
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