Dec 13 2006


The Seventh Seal, or Det Sjunde Inse­glet in its home ton­gue, is the first of Bergman’s fea­tu­res I have encoun­te­red after I deci­ded to take it out on loan from the uni­ver­sity library. Within it a man seeks ans­wers about life, death, and the exis­tence of God as he plays chess against the Grim Rea­per during the Black Pla­gue. The You­Tube video above shows their first mee­ting and the com­men­ce­ment of the game, sadly there are no sub­tit­les so you bet­ter go away and learn Swe­dish. Or:
KNIGHT:Who are you?
DEATH: I am Death.
KNIGHT: Have you come for me?
DEATH: I have been wal­king by your side for a long time.
KNIGHT:That I know.
DEATH:Are you pre­pa­red?
KNIGHT:My body is frigh­te­ned, but I am not.
DEATH:Well, there is no shame in that.
KNIGHT: Wait a moment.
DEATH: That’s what they all say. I grant no reprie­ves.
KNIGHT:You play chess, don’t you?
DEATH:How did you know that?
KNIGHT: I have seen it in pain­tings and heard it sung in ballads.
DEATH:Yes, in fact I’m quite a good chess pla­yer.
KNIGHT: But you can’t be bet­ter than I am.
DEATH :Why do you want to play chess with me?
KNIGHT: I have my rea­sons.
DEATH: That is your privilege.

The assort­ment of cha­rac­ters and their theo­lo­gi­cal and phi­lo­sophi­cal argu­ments com­bi­ned with quirky, humo­rous and inte­res­ting inte­rac­tions crea­ted within me the exact same sen­ti­ments I had when I read Voltaire’s Can­dide. That fee­ling of dis­co­ve­ring, through rea­ding or watching, something utterly bri­lliant and enligh­te­ning whilst being tho­roughly enter­tai­ned both through humour and inte­llec­tual stimulation.

Matt Huls’ review at IMDB encap­su­la­tes my fee­lings in a nice pac­kage of four para­graphs:

The mys­te­ries of reli­gion and death have long been a popu­lar focus among artists of all media, inc­lu­ding film. And while many films ques­tion these mys­te­ries, they sel­dom pro­vide any real insight into the world of the unk­nown. In Ing­mar Bergman’s THE SEVENTH SEAL, these mys­te­ries are not only ques­tio­ned; they are dis­sec­ted, spla­yed, and scrutinized.

THE SEVENTH SEAL could very well serve as sort of a mani­festo for exis­ten­tia­lism. Its deep acuity and haun­ting ima­gery is power­ful enough to jar even pas­sive vie­wers out of their com­pla­cency and force them to exa­mine their own rea­lity. The deli­ca­tely craf­ted story cen­ters around a 14th cen­tury knight named Anto­nius Block and his ongoing game of chess with a sha­dowy, hoo­ded figure: Death. Berg­man uses this alle­gory not just to per­so­nify death, but to illus­trate the lengths man will go to in order to avoid it. In the end, howe­ver, Death is a much bet­ter pla­yer than any of us, and though he may humor some of his oppo­nents by let­ting them think that they have the advan­tage, the end result is ine­vi­ta­ble: Death always wins. No mat­ter how skill­fully we plan our moves or how deter­mi­ned we are to win, we can never beat Death.

In Antonius’s search for ans­wers, he encoun­ters a variety of very uni­que cha­rac­ters, each with their own out­look on life, death, faith, fear and love. Their com­men­tary on such mat­ters is often dryly funny and always bri­lliant, con­ti­nuously and effec­ti­vely cha­llen­ging our per­cep­tions of the world around us. For me, the dia­lo­gue was defi­ni­tely the high point of the film, as it was extre­mely thought-provoking and care­fully cons­truc­ted throughout. Almost every line spo­ken is, in one way or another, daun­ting and unfor­get­ta­ble. Jöns’s desc­rip­tion of love as “the blac­kest of all pla­gues” is a quote that will fore­ver be engra­ved in my mind.

THE SEVENTH SEAL truly is a remar­ka­ble accom­plish­ment in the world of cinema. It is a deep, mes­me­ri­zing, and darkly beau­ti­ful work of art. More impor­tantly, THE SEVENTH SEAL is one of those rare movies that doesn’t just enter­tain, but also has the power to change the way one thinks.


I have now pic­ked up Wild Straw­be­rries to watch ASAP.

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