. . . that made you cry only after you saw it?
I just saw Fanny and Alexander for the first time in my life. It was beyond brilliant. And I just wish I could find a way to write about it that does justice to a film that so “gets” childhood and our relationship to our parents.Â But, maybe I need watch it again to be able to understand it.Â Or think about it some more.Â Or just sit with it.
All I can say right now is the strange way it has moved me. Normally, if a film moves me to tears, it does so as I am watching it. It’s the images themselves which provoke the reaction.
But, now as I sit down to write about the film, my eyes begin to water at that powerful closing image, the genius of way in which Bergman fused his insights into theatrical storytelling and this very story. And the dominating image of the young boy, longing for affection, understanding and perhaps guidance and the nurturing Great Mother, er, grandmother.
Just watch this movie and be prepared to be moved, particularly if you ever had a grandmother or some wise old woman who was particularly dear to you.