Une histoire d'amour...

I’ve never really gotten over my notion of cinema suédois as somewhere between those silent films with Victor Sjöström, to the overwhelming filmographie of Ingmar Bergman, and the scandalous films by Vilgot Sjöman. On top of that, I’ve always kind of had their egalitarian aspect of society related to their films to some extent. It’s as if it’s some kind of motivation for their aesthetics but I don’t know really. That might just be some kind of silly assumption based on a documentary I’ve seen plus my notion of Sweden. Above all these, I am rather thrilled to see a Swedish film from 1969 making its way to theatres again (plus the fact that it’s une histoire d’amour). At some point though, it’s rather sad there isn’t a very strong number of films from Sweden these days or maybe here in Asie, the Scandinavian embassies hardly promote their culture.
D'ailleurs, some part of me is rather fascinated at the idea of experiencing a visual representation of love without feeling it. It can be both surreal and paradoxical in certain ways. I rather like to think of myself like Bruno Ganz in Wim Wenders’ Wings of Desire- all knowing yet unfeeling. I somehow see myself like that omniscient yet I do want to live in this perpetual state of not emotionlessness. But I know that is impossible unless I am an angel in that fictional account by Wenders. En tout cas, this moving and melancholic portrait of young love will do me a good amount of escape from things I'm supposed to deal with.