Self-indulgent and dense, The Hour of the Wolf is like Bergmann's answer to Fellini's '8 1/2'... but without the playful irony of the Italian genius.
In fact, in it's Swedish way, it gloomily wanders about, scattering powerful Nykvist B&W imagery over droning confessions and typical Dream Sequences... reminding us that great artists are tortured beings. In this case with saintly martyr-like women by their side, ready to bear the burden of madness, out of love and admiration.
Frankly Ingmar B. Has given us FAR better films... Masterpieces or even more humble, but more useful or stimulating films than this.
The actors do their Swedish best.
In fact, in it's Swedish way, it gloomily wanders about, scattering powerful Nykvist B&W imagery over droning confessions and typical Dream Sequences... reminding us that great artists are tortured beings. In this case with saintly martyr-like women by their side, ready to bear the burden of madness, out of love and admiration.
Frankly Ingmar B. Has given us FAR better films... Masterpieces or even more humble, but more useful or stimulating films than this.
The actors do their Swedish best.