In Swedish. 92 minute running time. Ingmar Bergman again, another stage play put on film, two people talking once again, this time a mother (Ingrid Bergman) and a daughter (Liv Ullman).

Now that I’m in my fifties I can watch and enjoy Bergman movies… I don’t think I would have liked this when I was in my twenties. Two people talking for 90 minutes, painful memories and words, some real viciousness (just like in Scenes from a Marriage). Bergman may be like: you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all, but I do enjoy them.

Jane Schoenbrun, a transvestite(??), is the only visitor to the Criterion closet who picked out this movie.