OK; we continue (after two week break) watching the Criterion Eclipse Ingrid Bergman box sex, and we’re now in 1935.
That’s a fun shot.
There she is.
That’s a young baby.
I like it when the actors are hamming it up. But… this is a pretty bad movie. It’s badly paced and the lines (and there’s so many of them) just don’t zing.
This is really quite awful. The plot is weird, and it’s all so… turgid. But the scenes with Bergman are fun to watch.
Walpurgis Night. Gustaf Edgren. 1935.
This blog post is part of the Eclipse series.