Author Archives: nicolaskrizan
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. Advertisements
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 … Continue reading
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 – … Continue reading
Love or disease? Imperfection contaminates relations in this rather chilly – and on occasion wryly funny – marital psycho horror, partly echoing Scenes from a marriage. Quite neatly depicted bourgeois angst, apart from the unfulfilling conclusion. Not in my book … Continue reading