Bergman's most potent psychodrama from the cycle that began with Cries and Whispers and ended with Autumn Sonata.

Cries out for Madeline Kahn to step in, cigarette in hand, and inquire, "Phallic-un zymbol?"

Mr. Bergman is more mysterious, more haunting, more contradictory than ever, though the style of the film has never been more precise, clear, levelheaded.

Liv Ullman accomplishes, without debate, the most notable performance of an actress in 1976, and her scene of hysteria is so real that you don't know whether to applaud or run from the theater. [Full review in Spanish]