I lift my glass of water to Ingmar!
When I first moved to NYC long ago, I used to haunt the art houses whenever his films were playing. (That's right, children, there was not always video or DVD.)
Later my film tastes changed and I preferred Japanese masters, Italian neo-realists, and Eastern European political cinema.
More recently I went through a period of insanity where I had to see everything Clint Eastwood was in. All except the monkey movie, at least. (My gosh, the crummy haircuts before he became a director!)
Now I'm ready to come back to papa Bergman with new eyes and watch him straight through all over again, but I don't have time.
But to the director of Hour of the Wolf, the Seventh Seal, Winter LIght, the Passion of Anna, and yes, Wild Strawberries - who now laughs with Mozart, Luther, Garbo and Victor Sjostrom - heartfelt thanks!