Movies like this used to show up about every third week. Back then, in the 1960s, they were called films, they came from Sweden and Italy and France, and they were taken Very Seriously. They bent the old-fashioned narrative line into a double helix, with sneaky dream sequences and complex flashbacks. You'd come out of an Ingmar Bergman film debating which part was fantasy and which reality, and what did it all really mean? Sexually, European dramas were less fettered than the Hollywood stuff; an art-film lover could get both stimulated and aroused. They were wonderful pictures too, some of them....
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