The Passion of Anna // En passion (Ingmar Bergman - 1969)
I’m dead. No, that’s too melodramatic. I’m not dead. But I live without self-respect. I know it sounds silly and pretentious. Most people live without self-esteem. Humiliated at heart, stifled, and spat upon. They’re alive and that’s all they know. They know of no alternative. Even if they did, they would never reach out for it. Can one be sick with humiliation? Is this a disease we have to live with?
Once again, mabellonghetti nails it. Hits it out of the park. Slays me with an amazing set of photos for an amazing film. SO beautiful. PERFECT!