”probably the greatest film artist, all things considered,
since the invention of the motion picture camera,”
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“Ingmar Bergman, the “poet with the camera” who is considered one of the greatest directors in motion picture history, died today on the small island of Faro where he lived on the Baltic coast of Sweden, Astrid Soderbergh Widding, president of The Ingmar Bergman Foundation, said. Bergman was 89.”
I make no claims to be an expert on the films or life of Ingmar Bergman. In fact my viewing of his work has gaping holes in it, sadly. Still, I know enough to have been greatly influenced by his films in both the ways I look at cinema and how I myself try to create.
Much has been said on the man and much more will be written, and I’m sure in due time there will be more traveling prints of his work available, though retrospectives on the man have never been in short supply. But I’d just like to throw in a few of my own words on the man.
The first Bergman film I’d ever seen was “Autumn Sonata” in college. It took so long for me to come around to him as Ingrid was the only Bergman we usually watched in my house growing up. I was enchanted right away Nykvyst’s delicately haunting camera and Liv Ullman’s ranged performance. But of course, it was Bergman’s orchestration of all the elements that had the greatest effect on me. It was one of those “I didn’t know we could do that moments” for me, when I noticed there was more to cinema than I thought there could be. It remains on my short-list of favorite films of all time.
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I had begun to write about my favorite films of the man, but I must say there is little room for reflection at this time. I must go back and seek out those films I love and those I have not yet exposed myself to. Which I of course encourage to all.
He was an artist like no other, and perhaps his greatest film was still pending, but he left us with a repertoire so vast and incredible, we’ll forgive for not having made it.
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