All These Women, for all its faults, may well stand as a milestone in the career of Sweden's Ingmar Bergman. It is his first film in color. It is lavish in decor. Though it fails miserably, it is the work of a man who falls flat on his face with impressive aplomb. Behind a transparent disguise as a knockabout farce, it is Bergman's personal indictment of his own critics and public.
As the film begins, a world-famous cellist lies dead, mourned in turn by his critic-biographer, six black-veiled mistresses and his wife. Flashbacks detail the end of the great man's life in...
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