Then there was "Cries and Whispers," which I loved at the time although there was so much sadness in that movie--and wretchedness. Never, ever do I hear of someone dying that I do not think of this movie. It was both rich and ragged--remember the woman with the shard of glass between her fingers? Remember the servant? Remember the shots of the sheets on the bed--you could almost smell them? Remember Liv Ullmann's sideways glance to show she'd gained a bit of depravity over the years? Come to think of it, that movie had a lot of bedroom scenes in it--beds for love, beds for betrayal, beds for camouflage, beds for sleeping, and beds for dying....

Bergman regards,
WW