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| Faithless, a film based on an unflinching script by the great Swedish
filmmaker Ingmar Bergman, mesmerizes in the way it creates art from life.
Bergman's autobiography, The Magic Lantern, describes a marriage-breaking affair similar to the one in this film -- but Faithless is less a
memoir than a meditation on guilt. Tucked away on the islet of Faro in
Stockholm's archipelago, Bergman, now 82, wrote the story in isolation and
sent it to his former mistress, the radiant Liv Ullmann, his leading lady in
the 1960s and early '70s who starred in tour de forces such as Persona (1966) and
Scenes from a Marriage (1973). It says much that she consented to direct the
script in all its emotional nuances, looking back on the adulterous
relationship and recapturing its pain from her own perspective. It's also
astonishing that he never asked to watch the rushes of the film.
The woman who left her husband to became Bergman's lover and mother of his
child has made a devastating examination of conscience. Who else but Ullmann,
one of his greatest screen actresses, could express the moral complexity and
steadfast honesty of this remarkable psychodrama, which eerily evokes the
classic, brilliant Bergman psychodramas such as Wild Strawberries. He has
stamped his name on films for almost six decades. In recent years, he has
grown more personal, penning intimate versions of his life story for close
friends to direct. Faithless might feel introspective and overlong in a way
that might boggle modern moviegoers who demand everything be clearly defined. The less-restless cineastes of the past wouldn't feel strained during
brooding pauses or long penetrating close-ups.
"Film is nothing but Self," said Bergman. "That is what the resurrected world
is about -- it doesn't exist outside of being SELF, i.e. it's subjective
reality. There is no division between subjective and objective anymore, SELF
is both. My feelings are very OBJECTIVE, pain is extremely real. The
so-called 'objective' world follows the logic of Kant; it is a
thing-in-itself."
By focusing on the exploration of the self, his ideas meshed easily with
Freudian psychoanalytical thinking. Those studying his films found ways to
express their own inner emotions. His use of huddled spaces, visual
metaphors, and flashbacks created a language of memory. If a reader of
literary life stories needs a text to determine whether the work stems from
memory or imagination, then a cinematic autobiography will always seem
subjective.
In this case, we have multiple points of view-from "storytellers" to the
characters they create with God-like authority. The first, of course, is
Bergman (played by his frequent on-screen alter ego, the veteran actor Erland
Josephson). Next, we have a muse summoned by the elderly writer to help him
think through the story of a long-dead love affair. Lena Endre plays both the
muse and the woman in his story. He says a name, "Marianne," and she
materializes like a ghost in his spare, stark office. A face soon accompanies
the name. Now a character takes the shape of the abstractions muttered in the
opening voiceover narration. ("Divorce penetrates the seat of all anguish,
forcing it to life.") Without warning, we drift into a sequence which conveys
these themes by arranging his personal recollections in a narrative structure.
Marianne Vogler lives with her husband Markus, (Thomas Hanzon) a
world-renowned orchestra conductor, and their nine-year-old daughter,
Isabelle (Michelle Gylemo), with her head filled with dreams and stories. They share a
friendship with David (Krister Henriksson), an arrogant film director.
Markus' concert schedule often takes him away from home, and Marianne
develops feelings for David. During a "coincidental" trip to Paris, they
consummate their growing attraction and the affair continues in Sweden with
horrendous consequences. This isn't a cautionary tale that sanctifies the
institution of marriage. Instead, it dwells on the weight of one selfish act
and how it mangles so many lives.
The little girl, Isabelle, takes on a kind of preternatural instinct for
sensing danger. She rarely speaks. Instead, she listens. When she is reeling
from the pain of her parents' separation, she can only express it indirectly,
through storytelling. She, too, is a director. So are David and Markus, who
manipulate Marianne just as Bergman, her creator, sets the scene on paper. A
surprising turn of events exalts the final scene from mere melodrama into the
metaphorical. Marianne might've ended her story the way unfaithful Victorian
women did in books set by the sea. But that would seem inappropriate because
she is, after all, just a character, a reflection of someone else's sin.
"Life needn't be a series of disasters," says Marianne, describing a world
where people aren't so "morally indoctrinated." The contrast between the
characters' sophisticated exteriors and their underlying cruelty grants
Faithless its raw efficacy. If David is "Bergman" at an earlier age, the
portrait is far from flattering. At one point, "Bergman" reaches out to
stroke David's cheek: the old man forgiving the young man, even though the
old man can never forgive himself.
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