Synopsis: Marianne and Johan meet again after thirty years without contact, when Marianne suddenly feels a need to see her ex-husband again. She decides to visit Johan at his old summer house in the western province of Dalarna. And so, one beautiful autumn day, there she is, beside his reclining chair, waking him with a light kiss. Staying at a cottage on the property are Johan's son Henrik and Henrik's daughter Karin. Henrik is giving his daughter cello lessons and already sees her future as staked out. Relations between father and son are very strained, but both are protective of Karin. They are all still mourning Anna, Henrik's much-loved wife, who died two years ago, yet who, in many ways, remains present among them. Marianne soon realizes that things are not all as they should be, and she finds herself unwillingly drawn into a complicated and upsetting power struggle.
Genre: Drama, Music
Director(s): Ingmar Bergman
Production: Sony Pictures Classics
  2 wins & 2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
107 min

Johan became a multimillionaire|in his old age.

An old Danish aunt...

who had been a renowned|opera singer...

left him a fortune.

Once he became financially|independent, he left the university.

He bought his grandparents'|summer house.

A run-down chalet in an|isolated area near Orsa.

Johan and I|haven't had any contact

with each other|for many years.

Our daughters are far away,|even from me.

Martha lives in a home,

sinking in the isolation|of her illness.

I visit her now and then,|but she doesn't recognize me.

And Sarah... Sarah married|a successful lawyer...

and then moved to Australia where|they have very good jobs.

They don't have any children.


I still practice my profession,|but at the pace I choose.

Family quarrels and divorces mostly.

I've been thinking I|should visit Johan.

ONE|Marianne carries out her plan

I've been thinking...|I should visit Johan.

And now I'm here.

He's sitting there,|at the porch.

And I've been standing here,|watching him and...

waiting,|at least ten minutes.

Maybe I should have ignored|this irrational impulse.

This trip.

In fact,|I'm not an impulsive person at all.

But here I am...

And so I must decide:

Slowly return to my car...

or get close to him.

Of course, I could stay|here a while longer...

and let my confusion abate.

But not very long.|A minute more!

This minute is taking its time.


- Did I wake you?|- It's you, Marianne.

- Hi!|- No, don't get up.

- Typical, you were spying on me.|- That's not true.

We haven't seen each other in 30 years.|32 years!

- We simply lost track of|each other. - That's natural.

People start together,

then they separate|and talk by phone...

- and finally silence.|- So sad!

- Was that a reproach?|- No, we had nothing to say to each other.

Then suddenly you call me|and tell me you want to visit.

- You didn't sound very keen.|- Keen? I said no.

I still say no. I don't want this.|No. But you don't care.

- I had to come.|- Why?

- I won't tell you.|- You're laughing.


I've driven 340 km....

and managed to find your hideout...

in the middle of the jungle.

Now that I've seen and kissed you|and we've spoken I can leave.

That won't be enough.|Really?

- At least you can stay over|for dinner. - Why?

A week ago,|I told Mrs. Nilsson...

that my ex wife was coming|to visit.

I can't tell her suddenly that there'll|be no dinner. She'll go crazy.

- Who's Mrs. Nilsson?|- Agda. Agda Nilsson.

Are you and her a couple?

God forbid!

The two of you live all alone here|in the midst of a dark forest?

Mrs. Nilsson lives in|the village.

She cleans and cooks|and then goes home.

- She's religious and mean.|- There's no romance then.

To be honest,|I fear the hag.

I fear that she might want to marry me.|Anyway, stay for dinner.

She's made up the guest room,

so you have to stay|and spend the night.

I suppose I better accept.

It's so hard to get up from|this chair. No, don't help me.

What's wrong, Johan?

I'm trying to put|my arms around you.

Want to hug me?

Damn, Johan!

Old idiot!

- And how old are you?|- I don't know, and you?

- 86.|- No, not you, me!

Around 55.

- I'm 63.|- Really? That many?

And I've had my uterus|and ovaries removed.

- Does that trouble you?|- Yes, sometimes.

Let's sit on the bench.

It's so beautiful!

When beauty is revealed...|in life, in creation...

Where is the source, the giver?|Beauty forever.

- I didn't know you knew some psalms.|- My grandmother taught me.

And my grandfather rewarded me|with little iron soldiers.

We can enjoy the view,

- hold hands...|- Are we going to hold hands?

- Didn't we used to do it?|- Yes, I believe so.

I haven't done it since...|I've stopped doing it.

You really have|a beautiful view.

Can you see the lake|house from here?

You can see the light reflected,|behind the rocks.

I drove by the lake house|coming here. It looks inhabited.

You could say that.|Henrik is there.

Yes, Henrik. Mi dear son.|The assistant professor.

- Are you on speaking terms?|- Not exactly.

I got a brief letter declaring that|he was planning on moving there.

He and his daughter Karin have|been there since late April.

You don't have much contact then.

Absolutely. A cordial conversation|if we run across each other.

- Fat boy Henrik!|He must be... - 61 !

- My God!|- You can say that again!

- And his daughter Karin?|- Karin is 19.

Her mother died of|cancer two years ago.

- Anna...|- Tell me.

Anna and Henrik were|married for 20 years.

He couldn't take her death.|He retired before his time.

I heard they were happy|to get rid of him.

He felt mistreated there.

- Like you, at that age.|- Me? No...

Well, yes, I was a bit fed up|with the academic standards silliness.

My honorary doctorate|from the University of Michigan...

finished all that.|- We were talking about Henrik.

He directs an orchestra called|"Uppsala Chamber Soloists".

But he'll quit that also.

He must do something.

I think he's writing a book.

- What about the daughter? Karin?|- Karin also plays the cello.

She'll audition for the|conservatory in the fall.

Henrik is teaching her.

They sit in the house with|their cellos every day.

You could say she's beautiful.|Like her mother.


So...I know nothing|about our daughters.

- Sarah is in Australia.|- Australia?!

- Yes, Australia. - Well, she|managed to get far away.

I get letters and|phone calls from her.

She's fine. A good|law firm. A good husband.

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Ingmar Bergman

Ernst Ingmar Bergman (Swedish pronunciation: [ˈɪŋmar ˈbærjman] ( listen); 14 July 1918 – 30 July 2007) was a Swedish director, writer, and producer who worked in film, television, theatre and radio. Considered to be among the most accomplished and influential filmmakers of all time, Bergman's renowned works include Smiles of a Summer Night (1955), The Seventh Seal (1957), Wild Strawberries (1957), The Silence (1963), Persona (1966), Cries and Whispers (1972), Scenes from a Marriage (1973), and Fanny and Alexander (1982). Bergman directed over sixty films and documentaries for cinematic release and for television, most of which he also wrote. He also directed over 170 plays. From 1953, he forged a powerful creative partnership with his full-time cinematographer Sven Nykvist. Among his company of actors were Harriet and Bibi Andersson, Liv Ullmann, Gunnar Björnstrand, Erland Josephson, Ingrid Thulin and Max von Sydow. Most of his films were set in Sweden, and numerous films from Through a Glass Darkly (1961) onward were filmed on the island of Fårö. His work often deals with death, illness, faith, betrayal, bleakness and insanity. Philip French referred to Bergman as "one of the greatest artists of the 20th century [...] he found in literature and the performing arts a way of both recreating and questioning the human condition." Mick LaSalle argued, "Like Virginia Woolf and James Joyce in literature, Ingmar Bergman strove to capture and illuminate the mystery, ecstasy and fullness of life, by concentrating on individual consciousness and essential moments." more…

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