The Dove (1968)

I wonder if Ingmar Bergman ever saw this? I think he might have enjoyed it’s quite flattering homage to a couple of his better known features - all set to a charming “Swenglish” dialogue that just putssk ask onsk everythingsk and is then delivered in a thick Swedish accent. Most of us would probably agree we think best on the toilet, without or without a deceased dove for inspiration, and when it comes to that moment when confronted with the ashen-faced manifestation of death itself, then why not have a game of badmintonsk in the meadow? You don’t need to be a fan of his films to appreciate the humour here, but if you are you’ll better appreciate the comparable style of photography; the totally impractical bright white flowing dresses and the tight facial close ups of characters straight out of “Wild Strawberries” (1957). Certainly worth fifteen minutes - its good fun.