Bergman's attempt at surrealism fails badly. An artist and his pregnant wife move into an isolated cottage. They meet their aristocratic neighbors, who are weird and sinister.
The whole film feels like a dream, or a nightmare. Is all this a figment of the character's imagination? After a while, you just don't care. Bergman lacks Bunuel's sense of humour and eye for oddities. It's just boring.
I would give this a zero out of ten, as a total boring failure. But Sven Nykvist's photography is, as usual, stunning. And Liv Ullmann is heartbreakingly beautiful and an amazing actress, also as usual.
Review of Hour of the Wolf
