(Ingmar Bergman, 1955)
I'm starting to wonder if early Bergman does it for me at all. Although he made my favorite movie of his, Wild Strawberries, two years later, nearly every other movie of Bergman's I've seen
pre-1960 has been underwhelming. This is no different, as it is a sex comedy that isn't particularly funny and fairly predictable.
I would imagine Woody Allen (who ripped off quite a few ideas from Bergman) got the idea for A Midsummer's Sex Comedy from this film. That movie is arguably his worst film pre-2000. This film is much better than that, but not by so much that I won't forget about this one pretty quickly.
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