Director's Excerpt

Cecile 2022-04-19 09:01:55

Bergman became director of the Royal Swedish Theatre in 1962. Due to the administrative affairs of the theatre and his own illness, he gradually felt a creative decline during this period, which he called a "crisis".

"From the crisis, "Masquerade" was born and grew up:

so she's an actress, what would anyone say about her?
She's silent, that's not unusual.
I'm going to start with the scene where the doctor tells Nurse Emma the cause and effect, which is the first A basic scenario. The caregiver and the patient are getting closer, like nerves and flesh. But she doesn't speak, she hates her voice, she doesn't want to be fake.

The above is from my first working notes, dated April 12. I wrote something else that I didn't execute, but it's still related to 'Masquerade,' especially the title.' When Nurse Emma's fiancé came to see her, she heard him for the first time How he talks, she notices how he touches her. She sees his every move as if he's acting, and she's scared.'
When you're bleeding, it hurts, so you don't

The final pages of the workbook for the performance... ...the last few pages of the workbook have a decisive change:

after the big quarrel, twilight falls, and night comes. Emma... finds Mrs. Fogler unconscious, as if dead. She is terrified. , grabbed the phone, but there was no signal on the receiver. She went back to the dead man and peeped at him. Suddenly, they switched personalities. She saw Mrs. Fogler, who was now Emma, ​​and Mrs. Fogler was talking Emma's voice was Emma's. They sat face to face and talked, in cadences, exchanging gestures. They tortured each other, taunted and hurt each other, they laughed and frolicked. It was a mirror play.

. . . When I returned to the Theatre Royal in the fall, it felt like I was back on a slave ship. I feel strongly the difference between the pointless administrative work of the theater and the freedom that "Masquerade" brings. I once said that "Masquerade" saved my life, which is no exaggeration. If it hadn't given me strength, I might have been crushed. For the first time in the world, I really don't care if a movie is acceptable to the masses. This matter has far-reaching significance. Ever since I started working as a writing slave at Sfansk Films, I have been taught by the Bible that I should write whatever is comprehensible to everyone, and now I can finally go to hell.

Now it seems to me, in "Masquerade" and later "Cry and Whisper", that I'm free to do whatever I want. And because I feel free at work, I touch on the indescribable secret that only cinematography can bask in light. "

-- from "Bergman on Cinema"

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  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?