Nu stiu exact unde sa postez asta dar am citit ceva interesant dintr-un jurnal de lucru al lui Bergman. Mi s-a parut interesant in paralela cu perceptia mea asupra filmului lui Paradjanov.
My play opens with an actor walking down into the audience, where he strangles a critic, then reads aloud from a little black book all the humiliations he has noted therein. Then he throws up on the audience, after which he exists and puts a bullet through his head. (9 Iulie, 1964)