emotepix
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Ingmar Bergman died today.
I remember, very clearly, the day over 30 years ago now than I accidentally bumped into a Bergman book in Foyles of London.
I was looking for "Ingird Bergman" and picked up "Ingmar" by mistake. I read the entire thing, standing in the bookshop (no sofas in that age) then and there.
From then to now, to the latest script I've written and am about to produce and direct, he has been the one enduring, central influence in my film making career.
Not that I've loved every film of his - I haven't.
It's his words outside of his screenplays, his work ethic, his sensibility and his helpful attitude to others in the creative field that has endeared me to this man.
In short, it's given me the guts to keep on making my movies, my way, when people around me haven't loved every one of mine.
I'm not sad that he's passed on, his time was up and he's on record as saying that he hated growing old and infirm, and I've already written to him, years ago, saying my piece to him.
It's just another reminder that time ticks on for all of us, and that to make less than one's best work, to try less than one's utmost to excel at what we do, to push the envelope ever outward, is. well, somehow... less.
Even in death his famous "kick in the backside" feels just as smart as it ever did.
I remember, very clearly, the day over 30 years ago now than I accidentally bumped into a Bergman book in Foyles of London.
I was looking for "Ingird Bergman" and picked up "Ingmar" by mistake. I read the entire thing, standing in the bookshop (no sofas in that age) then and there.
From then to now, to the latest script I've written and am about to produce and direct, he has been the one enduring, central influence in my film making career.
Not that I've loved every film of his - I haven't.
It's his words outside of his screenplays, his work ethic, his sensibility and his helpful attitude to others in the creative field that has endeared me to this man.
In short, it's given me the guts to keep on making my movies, my way, when people around me haven't loved every one of mine.
I'm not sad that he's passed on, his time was up and he's on record as saying that he hated growing old and infirm, and I've already written to him, years ago, saying my piece to him.
It's just another reminder that time ticks on for all of us, and that to make less than one's best work, to try less than one's utmost to excel at what we do, to push the envelope ever outward, is. well, somehow... less.
Even in death his famous "kick in the backside" feels just as smart as it ever did.