You know the faux whining and funny facing when being asked about all time favourites. Well, I always play the pretentious intellectual, I huff and I puff and let a “weeeell… it’s actually impossible to compare” shit.
To hell with the impossibility to compare and classify.
Ingmar Bergman is not even probably the best director in the world.
He simply is THE best. This human was better at making film than anybody. (Where making film means constructing layers of simultaneous ideas at once mainly through the use of a visual language.) Each film he drops from the past to a freshman’s eyes is a BOMB. Winter Light is no exception. Here, through the mouth of his main character - a priest in a small town’s deserted parish - Bergman chases nothing less than one question: Is there a God?
To which the answer comes: “If there is no God, would it make any difference?”