"Crisis" isn't hard to find in the US today, thanks to
the Criterion Collection, which has done an incredible job in the last 25 years
of rescuing the world's greatest films from celluloid disintegration. Someone
please give the Criterion founders a Nobel Prize. And thanks to Netflix for
making Criterion DVDs available for rent. I hear that the entire Criterion
Collection is also now available for streaming on Hulu's subscription service.
"Crisis," I have to say, is more a feat of
screenwriting than of direction. Bergman is known as a director, but he should
also be known as a screenwriter. He wrote most of his films, perhaps even all
of them, including "Crisis." It has the look and feel of a standard
1940s melodrama, complete with cheap movie music that swells up at emotional
moments the way it does in classics of the era such as "Stella
Dallas" or "Mildred Pierce."
But, oh, how the script breaks with the 1940s mold. It starts
off in a fairly ordinary fashion, with a charming girl being raised in a
charming small town and courted by a charming doctor. A couple of
odd plot turns bring the girl to the big city (presumably Stockholm), and
slowly but surely the story gets darker.
I replayed several scenes to drink in the rich, oblique
dialogue that hinted at deep icebergs of desire and confusion inside each of the
characters. How many times is dialogue so packed with poetry and meaning that
you have to play it again and again just to wrap your mind around it? I haven't
done that in years.
Rather than melodrama, I'd describe "Crisis" as
psychodrama. It's not a masterpiece, but it shows the young Bergman (he wasn't
even 30 when he made "Crisis"!) bursting out of the gate and already galloping
in the directions that would make him a worldwide legend a dozen years later. I
cannot wait to explore more of his early films.
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