IHT : Woody Allen On Ingmar Bergman

Saturday, August 18, 2007

This is the only guy I know who can make even an obituary funny.  As only Woody Allen can put it…

Got the news in Oviedo, a lovely little town in the north of Spain where I am shooting a movie, that Bergman had died.  A phone message from a mutual friend was relayed to me on the set.  Bergman once told me he didn’t want to die on a sunny day, and not having been there, I can only hope he got the flat weather all directors thrive on.  I’ve said it before to people who have a romanticized view of the artist and hold creation sacred: In the end, your art doesn’t save you.  No matter what sublime works you fabricate (and Bergman gave us a menu of amazing movie masterpieces) they don’t shield you from the fateful knocking at the door that interrupted the knight and his friends at the end of “The Seventh Seal.”  And so on a summer’s day, Bergman, the great cinematic poet of mortality, couldn’t prolong his own inevitable checkmate, and the finest filmmaker of my lifetime was gone.

I have joked about art being the intellectual’s Catholicism, that is, a wishful belief in an afterlife.  Better than to live on in the hearts and minds of the public is to live on in one’s apartment, is how I put it.  And certainly Bergman’s movies will live on and will be viewed at museums and on TV and sold on DVDs, but knowing him this was meager compensation, and I am sure he would have been only too glad to barter each one of his films for an additional year of life.  This would have given him roughly 60 more birthdays to go on making movies; a remarkable creative output.  And there’s no doubt in my mind that’s how he would have used the extra time, doing the one thing he loved above all else, turning out films. 

Bergman enjoyed the process.  He cared little about the responses to his films.  It pleased him when he was appreciated, but as he told me once, “If they don’t like a movie I made, it bothers me – for about 30 seconds.”  He wasn’t interested in box office results, even though producers and distributors called him with the opening weekend figures, which went in one ear and out the other.  He said, “By midweek, their wildly optimistic prognosticating would come down to nothing.”  He enjoyed critical acclaim but didn’t for a second need it, and while he wanted the audience to enjoy his work, he didn’t always make his films easy on them.  Still, those that took some figuring out were well worth the effort.  For example, when you grasp that both women in “The Silence” are really only two warring aspects of one woman, the otherwise enigmatic film opens up spellbindingly.  Or if you are up on your Danish philosophy before you see “The Seventh Seal” or “The Magician,” it certainly helps, but so amazing were his gifts as a storyteller that he could hold an audience riveted and enthralled with difficult material.  I’ve heard people walk out after certain films of his saying, “I didn’t get exactly what I just saw but I was gripped on the edge of my seat every frame.”

Reference : http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/08/08/arts/woody.php

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