Friday 15 April 2022

Hearts in darkness… Cries and Whispers (1972), BFI Anniversary Release, Liv Ullmann Season

 

 

Today I feel that in Persona—and later in Cries and Whispers—I had gone as far as I could go. And that in these two instances when working in total freedom, I touched wordless secrets that only the cinema can discover… Ingmar Bergman

 

There’s no doubt that Ingmar Bergman sought out the inconvenient truths of our existence and, unblinking, showed us at our weakest and most human. As he sat beside Sven Nykvist’s camera, he looked at his performers straight in the eye as they acted to interpret his writing in ways that even he couldn’t have imagined, sometimes and perhaps often. For all the talk of authorship, he needed actors he could trust to rise to the occasion and go beyond whether through instinct, training or dazzling natural ability.

 

In one of his most stunning works, he brought together three of his acting muses and created a four-hander of such force that it’s more than capable of bruising audiences today. This restored Cries and Whispers is being released across country to mark its 50th anniversary as well as forming part of this month’s season of Liv Ullmann films, which, launched by the great woman herself, dominates April on the Southbank. Ullmann talked of the joys of our being able to, once again, experience film collectively and, in the case of this one, it’s good to have people you care about with you.

 

Bergman asks, are familial ties enough, does love come unconditionally and even at the end, can we still pull away from totally committing to others. The story was inspired by a persistent dream the director had of four women dressed in white in a red room and there’s a striking use of colour with each character framed in close-up saturated with red light. Red for love and fear; fight or flight, denial, anger and acceptance? All of these things, for those caught in the most difficult moment of their lives. Bergman wrote in his book Images that “red represents for me the interior of the soul. When I was a child, I imagined the soul to be a dragon, a shadow floating in the air like blue smoke—a huge-winged creature, half bird, half fish. But inside the dragon, everything was red.”

 

Ladies in red... (oh, come on!)

Bergman also wanted to write a tribute to his mother yet the lead character who carries the most grace, is called Agnes, and her eldest sister Karin – his mother’s name – is full of confusion and regret. All of the women represented parts of his mother’s character though so, as is usual with Bergman, nothing is black or white.

 

Agnes is played by the wonderful Harriet Andersson, one of the director’s earliest collaborators and almost twenty years after Summer with Monica, in early middle age and offering a quite terrifying portrayal of a woman confronting her imminent death. Karin has cancer and not long to live, and Anderson’s performance is intense, her eyes wide with the adrenal certainty of her certain demise, she cries out but is far braver than she could ever know. If you’ve reached an age of morbid understanding, something you can only live through, it’s impossible to not respond without being mindful of your own fears, your own enduring grief.

 

Harriet Andersson

Agnes is cared for by her maid,  Anna wonderfully played by Kari Sylwan, who’s interior responses provide some of the more comforting moments of the story in which Agnes’ sisters are both constrained by an inability to commit to their sister’s final moment. This of course is wonderful grist to the mill for actors of the quality of Ingrid Thulin as “uptight” Karin and Liv Ullmann as “immature” Maria… things are far more complicated than those two operative words suggest and the watched hangs onto their every word and action looking for the simple truths most other directors would use to flavour this narrative.

 

The story is told in past and present tense as well as fantasy so it is very much like a dream floating gently off the screen, especially with those anchors of emotional certainty removed and these two sisters struggling to connect with each other and themselves. There’s no doubt their love for their sister, they wait in the red room adjoining her bedroom, concerned at every cry as the doctor assures them that Agnes is getting close to the end but they’re held back by denial and grief. There’s nothing unnatural, it’s important to say that as this is film for thought, the cinema of self-reflection as we all have to confront this reality once life resumes outside in the night and daylight.

 

Ingrid Thulin

In silent film there was an obsession with “photographing thought” with few greater exponents than Bergman’s mentor Victor Sjöström, and indeed Ingmar himself with the aid of his incredible performers. There’s an intimacy that reflected the fact that three of the leads were long-term collaborators with the director and there’s also the presence of two of his daughters, who both play Maria’s daughter at different ages, Linn Ullmann and Lena Bergman. Liv Ullmann also plays Maria’s mother in flashback, adding to the compressed family feeling… what was it Philip Larkin said about parents?

 

 

As Maria faces the end, her sisters face each other and their failed relationships with two thoroughly inadequate husbands, Karin’s Fredrik (Georg Årlin), an officious older man and Maria’s Joakim (Henning Moritzen) who is emotionally disconnected too. Karin is so repulsed by Frederik she mutilates herself to avoid having sex with him whilst Joakim tried to kill himself after learning of her affair with Doctor David (Erland Josephson). Needless to say, both are still around as their wives face the family crisis.

 

As the priest (Anders Ek) says when Agnes finally succumbs, she had more faith than him and as the truehearted Anna reads her mistress’ diary, she learns of her capacity for happiness which, as for us all, maybe only fleeting but is life’s greatest achievement after all.

 

Ingrid Thulin and Kari Sylwan


Cinematographer, Sven Nykvist, captures every thought and whisper and the film is beautiful to view. He deserved his Oscar and this film deserves to be seen on the big screen so, I urge you to head to the Southbank and elsewhere for the full experience. Few films are this heartfelt or as richly rewarding.

 

Details of the 50th Anniversary re-release screenings are on the BFI site.


Liv Ullmann





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