Saraband 2003, Bergman, Swe 1st; big screen A family lawyer vists her ex-husband at his remote home, and unfolds a paternal crisis of male domination and despair. Told in ten "movements" and a final coda, this is a rather dry and humorless affair, with the old master returning to his familiar themes of death and love; shot on high-definition video, it looks underexposed and flat (perhaps fittingly), and the whole thing is an exhausting experience.
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