I saw this movie on TV over 30 years ago, never forgot it and have been hoping to see it again. I hope it's as funny today as it was then. The opening scene is typically Bergmanesque, in black and white, cutting from a bird flying overhead to a chauffeur driven car and back again several times until the car finally arrives at a summer home on the shores of a lake in Sweden. The bird leaves a dropping smack in the middle of the windshield and the chauffeur turns to the passenger in the back and, as if announcing a momentous event says "De Duva." The movie continues in mock Swedish with subtitles as the passenger gets out of the car and goes to the outhouse where he sits and recalls his youth through flashbacks. Any Bergman fan should enjoy it.
Review of De Düva: The Dove
