tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2746189833925666296.post3042022559097702375..comments2024-03-28T15:07:49.650-04:00Comments on the phantom country: Memory lane to LundJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00319721431296639419noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2746189833925666296.post-73294489218640378932012-01-11T09:46:13.472-05:002012-01-11T09:46:13.472-05:00I certainly didn't mean to give the impression...I certainly didn't mean to give the impression that the film is anything less than pretty great, but it feels healthy to take a swift kick or two at the canon now and then, especially when the author of the film in question is among your most beloved filmmakers. I've seen Wild Strawberries at least five times now, and there are scenes I always enjoy (and others that I kind find of dull, like the stuff at the summer house, no? Or the Catholic guy who cries when his wife hits him?), but I just can't get the film propped up anywhere near Persona or Scenes From a Marriage or Passion of Anna or Winter Light or Hour of the Wolf or Seventh Seal or Through a Glass Darkly or... you get the idea.JBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00319721431296639419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2746189833925666296.post-47854047272450317672012-01-10T23:17:40.448-05:002012-01-10T23:17:40.448-05:00How strange! Smiles leaves me cold, but Wild Straw...How strange! Smiles leaves me cold, but Wild Strawberries hits some kind of pleasure sensor that makes it one of my favorite films. <br /><br />But then, I suppose that's the thing about one's favorite films -- it's ultimately such an eccentric, subjective matter of discernment that there's no possibility of coming up with a persuasive explanation that'll convince someone who feels otherwise. <br /><br />And don't worry, I won't hold your irrational distaste for Wild Strawberries against you.Feminemahttp://feminema.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com