Given my lack of pleasure in Henry James and the Merchant-Ivory corpus (I'm tempted to write "corpse"), I found this beautifully acted and shot dissection of people with too much time on their hands a stately bore. They should take up gardening or knitting or hitting their feet with sledge hammers. There's nothing like real pain to cure ennui or disgust at being too theoretical. I think we're problem-solving animals and if we don't have a problem to solve, then we look for problems so we can solve them. Telling us "don't worry be happy" doesn't seem to work for more than a few minutes, and Bergman wants us to know how miserable we are. Especially when watching his movies. Very well, I know it.
Now what?
Now what?