Ingmar Bergman Quotes

«No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad».

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that

¿Crees que no lo entiendo? El sueño imposible de ser. No de parecer, sino de ser. Consciente en cada momento. Vigilante. Al mismo tiempo, el abismo entre lo que eres para los otros y para ti misma, el sentimiento de vértigo y el deseo constante de, al menos, estar expuesta, de ser analizada, diseccionada, quizás incluso aniquilada. Cada palabra una mentira, cada gesto una falsedad, cada sonrisa una mueca. ¿Suicidarse? ¡Oh, no! ¡Eso es horrible! Tú no harías eso. Pero puedes quedarte inmóvil y en silencio. Por lo menos así no mientes. Puedes encerrarte en ti misma, aislarte. Así no tendrás que desempeñar roles, ni poner caras ni falsos gestos. Piensas. Pero, ¿ves? La realidad es atravesada, tu escondite no es hermético. La vida se cuela por todas partes. Estás obligada a reaccionar. Nadie pregunta si es real o irreal, si tú eres verdadera o falsa. La pregunta sólo importa en el teatro. Y casi ni siquiera allí. Te entiendo, Elisabeth. Entiendo que estés en silencio, que estés inmóvil, que hayas situado esta falta de voluntad en un sistema fantástico. Te entiendo y te admiro. Creo que deberías mantener este papel hasta que se agote, hasta que deje de ser interesante. Entonces podrás dejarlo. Igual que poco a poco fuiste dejando los demás papeles.

عندما لا يكون الفيلم وثائقيًا فإنه حلم.. ولهذا فإن تاركوفسكي هو أعظمهم على الإطلاق. إنه يتحرك بحرية مطلقة في عوالم الأحلام دون ان يقدم شروحات. وماذا عليه أن يشرح أساسًا؟ إنه قادر على إخراج رؤياه بطريقة غير شائعة، لكنها في متناول الجميع. كل حياتي أمضيتها وأنا أدق أبواب الغرف التي كان تاركوفسكس يتحرك داخلها بحرية وطبيعية، وقد استطعت أن أدخل إليها أحيانًا، لكن معظم جهودي الواعية انتهت إلى فشل محرج، كما حدث في أفلام (بيضة الثعبان) و (اللمسة) و (وجهًا لوجه) وغيرها.

كذلك يتحرك فيلليني وكوروساوا وبونويل في العوالم نفسها مثل تاركوفسكي. أما انطونيوني فكان في طريقه إلى ذلك لكنه انتهى وتعقد نتيجة ملله الذاتي. أما ميليس فكان حاضرًا هناك على الدوام، فهو ساحر بمهنته.

الفيلم كالحلم، الفيلم كالموسيقى.. لا يوجد أي نوع من الفنون له قدرة الفيلم على النفاذ إلى ما وراء الإدراك العادي وملامسة العواطف في أعماق الروح. ارتعاش في عصب العين، أثر الصدمة: أربعة وعشرين لقطة مضاءة في الثانية يفصل بين كل واحدة منها خط أسود لا تستطيع العين التقاطه.

عندما أمرر شريط الفيلم لقطة لقطة على طاولة المونتاج ينتابني إحساس السحر الذي كان يراودني في طفولتي، في عتمة خزانة الثياب وأنا أدير ببطء لقطة وراء لقطة، فأرصد كل التغيرات التي تحدث، وما أن أدبر الآلة بسرعة حتى أرى الحركة.

ظلال الأشخاص الصامتين أو المتكلمين تتحرك دون مراوغة تجاه أكثر غرفي سرية، رائحة المعدن الساخن، الصور المرتعشة، خشخشة الصليب المالطي، ويدي التي تمسك بمقبض الباب.

Reality is perhaps not at all what I imagine. Perhaps it doesn't exist, in fact. Perhaps it only exists as a longing.

I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition. Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect.

You complain that you cry out, and that God doesn't reply. You feel imprisoned and you're afraid that it is a life sentence... although no one has said anything. Consider then, that you are your own judge and your own gaoler. Prisoner, leave your prison! To your astonishment you will find that no one will stop you. The reality outside prison is indeed terrifying, but never as terrifying as your anguish down in that locked room. Take your first step towards freedom. It is not difficult. The second step is more difficult, but never allow yourself to be defeated by your gaolers who are only your own fear and your own pride.

That I wasn't interested in politics or social matters, that's dead right. I was utterly indifferent. After the war and the discovery of the concentration camps, and with the collapse of political collaborations between the Russians and the Americans, I just contracted out. My involvement became religious. I went in for a psychological, religious line... the salvation-damnation issue, for me, was never political. It was religious. For me, in those days, the great question was: Does God exist? Or doesn't God exist? Can we, by an attitude of faith, attain to a sense of community and a better world? Or, if God doesn't exist, what do we do then? What does our world look like then? In none of this was there the least political colour. My revolt against bourgeois society was a revolt-against-the-father. I was a peripheral fellow, regarded with deep suspicion from every quarter... When I arrived in Gothenburg after the war, the actors at the Municipal Theatre fell into distinct groups: old ex-Nazis, Jews, and anti-Nazis. Politically speaking, there was dynamite in that company: but Torsten Hammaren, the head of the theatre, held it together in his iron grasp.

Helena (börjar gråta): Ser du, nu gråter jag. Det glada, fina livet är slut, det hemska, skitige livet kastar sig över oss. Så är det.

I make all my decisions on intuition. I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition. Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect.

When I was a child, I imagined the soul to be a dragon, a shadow floating in the air like blue smoke — a huge winged creature, half bird, half fish. But inside the dragon, everything was red.

Faith is a torment, did you know that? It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.

I make all my decisions on intuition. But then, I must know why I made that decision. I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition. Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect.

Among today's directors I'm of course impressed by Steven Spielberg and Scorsese, and Coppola, even if he seems to have ceased making films, and Steven Soderbergh — they all have something to say, they're passionate, they have an idealistic attitude to the filmmaking process. Soderbergh's Traffic is amazing. Another great couple of examples of the strength of American cinema is American Beauty and Magnolia.

Today we say all art is political. But I'd say all art has to do with ethics. Which after all really comes to the same thing. It's a matter of attitudes. … All this talk about me standing aside, cutting myself off and so forth, has always amazed me... I've stated, firmly and clearly, that though as an artist I'm not politically involved, I obviously am an expression of the society I live in. Anything else would be grotesque. But I don't make propaganda for either one attitude or the other. No. As I told you, I vote for the Social Democrats. Their way of solving social problems comes closest to what I regard as decent. That I also find their actual solutions odd in many ways is another matter...