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I, am Ingmar Bergman
You may or may not know my films
You may or may not know anything about me as a person
Still, the strange events following the warm and unexpected reception to my film, Smiles Of A Summer Night, are something that no one has known about, until now
Good, evil, God, the devil, life, death, these were my usual concerns
This film, though, was a comedy, a comedy
How far from a comedy the events to follow would be
Have you ever felt compelled to do something against your will?
I have
I have
You see, I have a total disdain for escapist art, and yet why, on that cold May afternoon in Stockholm in 1956, did I feel the need to enter that movie theater to see escapist art of the worst sort?
A typical American action film, well, the title is not what is important
What is important, is that I felt compelled to watch that film, against my will, for ninety long minutes
Why?
Was it the urge to partake of something mindless?
Was it the urge to indulge in something vacuous?
Was it the urge to do something, unlike, Ingmar Bergman?
And, as the film finally ended, I walked to the exit as quickly as I could, and onto the street
But not, the street I expected

'What is this? Where am I?'

Mr. Bergman, sir, welcome to Hollywood
Your limousine awaits
Please, get in, watch your head