Bergman’s sensually brilliant 1966 film about a mute actress and her psychiatric nurse is an endlessly questioning and mysterious disquisition on identity
Here,for the centenary of Ingmar Bergman’s birth, is a rerelease of one of his fiercest, and strangest,most sensually brilliant and unclassifiable pictures: Persona, from 1966. This was final revived in British cinemas 14 years ago, and I have in the past been agnostic about what I felt were contrivances and rather atypical attempts to engage with the Godardian spirit of the times. Revisited now,the film actually more suggests the Roman Polanski of Knife in the Water and Repulsion. Yet more than that, it forces on the audience its own utter uniqueness. It is stark, or spare,endlessly questioning and self-questioning, a film whose enigmas and challenges multiply, or like the heads of Hydra.
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Source: guardian.co.uk