There's an Ingmar Bergman retrospective showing at Prozacville's cinema at the moment. RIP, Ingmar.
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3 comments:
i like how you threw yourself on the desk.
Elisabet Vogler
Yeah, saw Persona last night. Jotted down one or two quotes I thought you might like/relate to Nad.
"Reality is bloody-minded. Life seeps into everything. You're forced to react."
"I always thought great artists felt great compassion for other people. That was stupid of me."
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