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Ive been inexplicably drawn to the morose, melancholy mind-fuckery ofIngmar Bergmans moviesfor more than half of my life.
WhydoI like watching films about suicidal women in nightgowns having psychosexual dreams about their sisters?
Thankfully, Mia Hansen-Lve has explained me to myself viaBergman Island.
I dont like when artists I love dont behave well in real life, she says.
Tony hates theSeventh Seal; Chris lovesSummer of Monika.
You wanted nice Bergman, cracks Tony after the screening to a visibly shaken Chris.
(The movie becomes increasingly meta as it moves forward, but I wont spoil that for you.)
Of course, Hansen-Lves movie isnt about Ingmar Bergman, at least not entirely.
Its much more personal, much more inwardly exploratory for the filmmaker.
(Its full of delicious low-key shade toward her former partner Olivier Assayas).
Amy smiles, bemused.
Maybe, she says, he just didnt like grocery shopping.
