How Ingmar Bergman Films Helped Me Grow Up in America
The self-regard that came with watching Bergman films helped me feel rich in something, for the first time since arriving in America.
PersonaWild StrawberriesThe Seventh Seal, Fanny and Alexander—Burnt by the SunEast/West
Gone with the Wind Requiem for a DreamDancer in the Dark
The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in LoveThe Watermelon WomanHigh Art
Female PerversionsAimée & Jaguar
Aimée & Jaguar
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