Okay, seriously, now. This is our (quickly checks Janus set table of contents…) THIRD Bergman film! And only ONE Antonioni film? Only ONE Buñuel film? This might be my favorite of the three Bergmans, but I’m still not going to waste a lot of time writing this BACKGROUND section.
While driving from Stockholm to Dalarna (which are apparently places in Sweden), Ingmar Bergman stopped at a house where he had spent time in his childhood. “So it struck me – what if you could make a film about this; that you just walk up in a realistic way and open a door, and then you walk into your childhood, and then you open another door and come back to reality, and then you make a turn around a street corner and arrive in some other period of your existence, and everything goes on, lives. That was actually the idea behind Wild Strawberries.”
Years later, he would repudiate his earlier explanation: “That’s a lie. The truth is that I am forever living in my childhood.”