I was watching this movie and thinking that the pandemic had made me dumber, because I was really struggling to find the point of this entire goddamn film, but then I went online and it turns out it's supposed to be enigmatic and atmospheric. So now I feel better (but still possibly dumber).
Alma (Bibi Andersson) is a young nurse assigned to the care of actress Elisabet Vogler (Liv Ullman). Elisabet is physically healthy but refuses to speak. Over a therapeutic holiday, Alma confides in the mute but sympathetic actress until she can no longer tell where one of them begins and the other ends.
Like, I know I should be going full film school and talk about Ingmar Bergman and art house and the aesthetic, but I cannot move beyond how creeped out I was by some of the implied ages in Alma's stories. So, she starts by confessing to Elisabet that her first love was an older married dude that she had an affair with for five years before meeting her current fiancé. She is 25. Best case scenario is that her current relationship was whirlwind and they got engaged after a year or less. More likely, she was fucking some predatory older dude while in her teens. Not great. So then she tells a further story about how she was on vacation with her current dude, met some other chick on the beach, and the two of them got peeped on by a pair of boys she describes as "young, terribly young." She is 24-25 in this story. How young is "terribly young"? Because she then fucks one.
The theme of the movie is identity and how much of ourselves we come to see in others, not "is this statutory rape?" but I had a real hard time moving on. It's currently streaming on the Criterion Channel and HBO Max.
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