Ingmar Bergman's 1966 film Persona is the rare instance of style trumping substance, yet also achieving greatness. IN some ways, it reminds me of a poem written by Bruce Ario, which he brought years ago to my Uptown Poetry Group. That poem used cliches in all ten of its lines, yet....the damned thing worked, and was, indeed, a great poem.
No, there's not much depth to this film, if you really analyze it, but what sheen!
The trailer:
Also, gotta love Bibi and Liv!