Dear Readers,
A ponderous film about beauty and death, objectivity and subjectivity, realism and expressionism, and the world that stifles yet enriches.
It reminds us that memory is selective, and so is our past, sometimes in unresolvable ways.
To call the film misunderstood in 2001, or even today, is an understatement.
Few films have ever walked the thin line between earnestness and irony so flawlessly.
A bold, swashbuckling adventure.
A nimble, wildly entertaining, and even sophisticated reconsideration of slasher movies.
A stylistically transitional film in Ingmar Bergman’s career that echoes his lifelong questions about faith and human impulses.
An enduring and unforgettable experience.
An overwhelming film—an intelligent and never-understated examination of the holy and grotesque.
