Fast-talking, sfx-laden, high-calibre entertainment very much in the style of its predecessors, but with a timely twist. The mushy ending works amazingly well in contrast to the prevalent laddishness of the whole franchise concept.
Constantly amusing and smart-alecky, sometimes even touching. Well worth its watch, though not in my book of a technicolored Sixties replete with aliens.
»Night is a constant opportunity in this apartment«
Constant boozing seem to be the common ground for high and low in this contrived and romantic merger of continental postwar noir and Swedish seventies kitchen sink, shallowness and profundity, ambition and slack, societal and individual issues.
Lavish production, solid acting, intriguing – but sagging – story. Finally not in my book of at least three gentle men and a few other not so gentle.
What is said and what is not. Old age approaching, time running out. Friends – or something else?
Finally not in my book of questions, games, and memories.
A lyrically romantic and overtly symbolic reflection on the impossibility of protecting your child without exerting too much control. Male rationalism versus female spirituality, the fear and allure of being different, the inevitability of letting go.
Maybe in my book of fluttering.
Two women, one man. Love, infidelity, guilt, forgiveness, reconciliation, death. Almost headily strong stuff, crammed with clichés but still ringing relatively true.
A tender vignette. Eventually in my slow, sad book of tension and release.
Bergman’s consciousness manifests itself – in his face! A weird and great concept that should have been funnier.
Refreshingly blasphemous, though still not in my book of bodily protrusions.
Intro: A dark egg. A forest. A clock. The stony shoreline of Gotland. Clouds moving. A set table. Projected imagery. Religious art. A church.
And so: Dramaten. Commedia dell’arte. Decorated stones. A room. Absence and presence. Light, music, time – in greyscale and colour. A playful pop video of loans, mixes, reflections, games.
Suggestive, empty, almost irresistible. Maybe in my book of irreverent endings.