The Seventh Seal
- Ingmar Bergman
- Reviewed by
- Gon Curiel a.k.a. Groucho
- Review date
- Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Fascinating, to say the least, this Swedish masterpiece by Ingmar Bergman is justly considered one of his best films, and surely a must-see. The story goes from drama to comedy and back again smoothly and beautifully, presenting a set of extraordinary characters (excellently performed), notably the actor Jof (Nils Poppe), his wife Mia (Bibi Andersson) and their infant son Mikael. Their story, the brightest one in the movie, contrasts Block’s, in the different ways they see life, in the visions that Block and Jof have, in the love and the lack of it, in the joy of the little moments or the atrocious way of letting them go through, etc.
One too many unforgettable images fill this visually delightful movie: the hawk floating in a cloudless sky, the vision of the Virgin Mary and her little son, the two horses on the surf, the procession of flagellant victims of the plague, and certainly, the eerily beautiful dance of distant figures toward the unknown.
A poetic, cynic, and ultimately rewarding experience, this movie’s beautiful and unforgettable, filled with haunting dialogue and philosophy, easy to apply to anybody around the world, now as much as ever.
“I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.”
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