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DISCOVERY 67 (ABC, 11:30 a.m.-noon). ABC Science Editor Jules Bergman and Bill Owen discuss "Our Next Step in Outer Space"-the Apollo moon mission-with the help of models and animated drawings...
Beyond Recall. The new thrust in movies took inception from the collapse of Hollywood in the early '50s and the revival of Europe as a center of film production. Since the European industry was small and loosely organized, such directors as Vittorio De Sica, Ingmar Bergman, Federico Fellini, Michelangelo Antonioni, Alain Resnais, François Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard could pretty well shoot them as they saw them and let the censor take the hindmost. As a result, they made a number of fine far-out films (The Bicycle Thief, Wild Strawberries, 8½, L'Avventura, Hiroshima, Mon Amour...
Persona. Director Ingmar Bergman is modern cinema's most persistent observer of the human condition. He examines the Eden that is Sweden and sees-much as Bruegel once did in Flanders-that the occupants are really having a Hell of a time. Persona, his 27th film, fuses two of Bergman's familiar obsessions: personal loneliness and the particular anguish of contemporary woman. It is the story of a great stage actress (Liv Ullman), suddenly become mute and detached while starring in a production of Electra. She is afflicted with what medieval theologians called accidie-a total indifference...
...Bergman has tricked out his static, enigmatic story with flashes of his familiar images: a fat spider, which represented God in Through a Glass Darkly, and here seems only to be arachnid revulsion; a flickering silent movie of Death dancing comically around a table, a la Seventh Seal; a nail being pounded into the palm of a hand. In sequences reminiscent of The Silence, a little boy is twice shown on a hospital cot, reaching out to a wide, white wall that becomes the face of the nurse, as if he were a fantasy of her unborn child. Time...
Director Zetterling's style reveals her as a cinemagpie. Her symbols are bad Bergman, her decor is awful Ophuls, her decadence is phony Fellini. When in doubt, she bares somebody's breasts; when inspired, she mounts an orgy. Her episodes redound with explicit detail, and frame by frame they are morbidly fascinating to look at. Unfortunately, the frames add up to nothing more than an album of porny photographs, and they do these things better in France. Or even in Tijuana...