And the wind chime strikes and your dead stare strikes

[sovay]

I wasn't surprised about The Seventh Seal (1957), but I had no idea my brain considered Bergman generally comfort viewing. I just rewatched The Devil's Eye (Djävulens öga, 1960) and The Magician (Ansiktet, 1958)—in the case of the former, for the first time since the winter of 1999; I had liked it then and it was better than I remembered—and if I didn't need to make myself try to fall asleep I would probably have cued up Hour of the Wolf (Vargtimmen, 1968), it being the right time of night and all. I bounced hard off Persona (1966), but everything else I can recall has been a hit. Do I just find existentialism basically reassuring? I don't want to read Camus, even if all the cool kids are doing it.

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[mrissa]

Well, there's always Lloyd Alexander.

[sovay]

Well, there's always Lloyd Alexander.

You know, that probably was a formative part of it.

(Thank God, the Prydain Chronicles are among my books not in storage, although the Westmark trilogy is not. I have been unironically wondering where I could find his translations of Sartre now that libraries are closed.)

[mrissa]

Hmmm best of luck, I have a hard enough time finding them when our library is open.