Swedish auteur Ingmar Bergman has died. He was 89.
I'd like to say he died following a really long, albeit beautifully photographed, illness. But that would be disrespectful.
The truth is, Bergman was a serious artist, far more serious than my sitcom-addled brain can even comprehend. Turning Swedish melancholy into art, Bergman dared to talk about those things that make people most nervous, namely sex and death.
Though many will try, we shall not see his like again.
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Monday, July 30, 2007
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