I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.
— The Magic Lantern
No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does straight to our emotions deep into the twilight room of the soul.
Ingmar Bergman wrote this in his autobiography Laterna Magica, published in 1987 and translated into English by Joan Tate as The Magic Lantern. The passage describes film as twenty-four lit frames a second with darkness in between, which the eye cannot register. Even at the editing table, he writes, he still feels the magic he felt as a child winding film frame by frame inside a wardrobe.
Source: The Magic Lantern (1987), trans. Joan Tate (1988)
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I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.
— The Magic Lantern
Jöns: But feel, to the very end, the triumph of being alive!
— The Seventh Seal
One has to manage alone as best one can.
— The Magic Lantern
One will probably have to manage alone as best one can.
— The Magic Lantern
Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends. Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets? Death: I have no secrets. Antonius Block: So do you know nothing? Death: I am unknowing.
— The Seventh Seal
Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.