I remembered my cinephile older brother saying he had seen a foreign film that “shows you what the middle ages must really have been like”, by which (it turned out) he meant superstitious, filthy, violent, blighted by disease – and utterly monochrome. I remembered that it came from a different age, before the easy and constant availability of moving images – not only pre-digital, pre-Netflix and so on, but also, in my own family’s case, pre-television. On my way to the South Bank, where the British Film Institute is showing its extensive Bergman season, I wondered if getting older would deepen my understanding of the film, or if its often parodied scenes had worn badly and would now be slightly risible.
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