The Virgin Spring

I have been watching a lot of movies .. on too many .. abnormal . This year I would have watched on an average 2 movies per week .Two reasons , well there could be many, but I like teh phrase 'two reasons' and kind of habituated to it.... so coming abck to the two reasons...For starters I didnt really watch any non hollywood movies earlier, so when I started watching European ones ... its a whole new world .. the curious kid started exploring ... Then I ask myself How long .. may be a couple of years, I mean there will be a finite number of these movies and will hunt each one of them .. it will be max two years right... I wnt be surprised though if after all this, I start googling for Japanese, Korean, Arabic, Latin....Well I like movies ...so this madness will go on for a while.

Anotehr Bergman Virgin Spring..

Paul Schrader said "I think the extraordinary thing that Bergman will be remembered for, other than his body of work, was that he probably did more than anyone to make cinema a medium of personal and introspective value." Thats why his movies unlike any one I mean any one else are so personal and they will often force you to introspect. Man I would love to get his autobiogaphy ......Thats a finality so I am not mad abt it .. wating for it to find me .....

You see how the smoke trembles up in the roof hole?
As if whimpering and afraid.
Yet it's only going out into the open air,
where it has the whole sky to tumble about in.
But it doesn't know that.
So it cowers and trembles under the sooty ridge of the roof.
People are the same way.
They worry and tremble like leaves in a storm...
because of what they know
and what they don't know.


There was this scene , where 'the three brothers' hand over Karins blood stained clothes, she instantly recognized it , but a so far emotional Karins mother looks at tehm , understands and tells them " l must ask my husband, what a fitting reward would be for such a valuable garment. Now see that you get some rest too."

You saw it.
God, you saw it.
The death of an innocent child, and my vengeance.
You allowed it to happen.
I don't understand you.

I don't understand you.
Yet still I ask your forgiveness.
I know no other way to make peace with myself
than with my own hands.
I don't know any other way to live.
I promise you, God...
here, by the dead body of my only child,
I promise that as penance for my sin,
I shall build you a church.
On this spot I shall build it.
Out of mortar and stone...
and with these very hands.
O Lord, receive my soul
And grant me everlasting peace
And grant me everlasting peace

Coming back to the second reason.. too much of idle time ... to be philosophical ..to introspect