Flick Review < Summer Interlude | Ingmar Bergman, 1951

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Flick Review < Summer Interlude | Ingmar Bergman, 1951
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“A strange mood developed, almost like a melody. A new room was opened in our minds.”
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“You only see your life clearly once, when all protective walls have crumbled.
You stand there, naked and cold, seeing yourself just the way you are. Once only.”
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Sommarlek / Summer Interlude (1951)
Director: Ingmar Bergman
Writers: Ingmar Bergman, Herbert Grevenius
Cinematography: Gunnar Fischer
Stars: Maj-Britt Nilsson, Birger Malmsten, Alf Kjellin

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“Summer Interlude has a long history. Its origin, I see now, lies in a rather touching love affair that I had one summer when my family resided on Ornö Island. I was sixteen years old and, as usual, was stuck with extra studies during my summer vacation and could only occasionally participate in activities with people my own age. Besides, I did not dress as they did; I was skinny, had acne, and stammered whenever I broke my silence and looked up reading from Nietzsche.”
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[… ]On the far end of this so-called Paradise Island, toward the bay, there lived a girl who was also alone. A timid love grew between us, as often happens when two young lonely people seek each other out. […] Our love died when autumn came, but it served as the basis for a short story that I wrote the summer after my exams.
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 Ingmar Bergman, Images: My Life in Film
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