While screening Ingmar Bergman’s THE SILENCE for students, I got obsessed with the signage, as I often do. In this film, set in an unidentified Ruritanian country arming for war, all the signs are in an imaginary gobbledygook tongue, which I’m afraid just makes them more alluring to me.
CHIN VARIETIES — that’s a place *I* want to hang out! Later, we go in with Harriet Andersson, and it’s not a museum displaying chins through the ages — a Tommy Trinder here, a Charles McGraw there — but a music hall type joint with tumbling dwarfs. Which is almost as good.
And best of all, the poster advertising a movie Elaine May hasn’t made yet. I guess they were thinking of the Babylonian goddess, but I don’t know why.
“Relax… with a Skajnok.” I’m reminded that Bergman had experience in TV advertising. This is such a good product shot, it really shows — you can take the director out of the commercials, but you can’t take the commercials out of the director.
Not technically writing, unless we’re reverting to hieroglyphs, but a pretty good drawing of Fungus the Bogeyman by young Jörgen Lindström.
Of course it’s also interesting to note how heavily the film has influenced David Lynch, not just in its masturbation and dwarfs, but in the superannuated hotel waiter (who might as well have been played by Michael Gough, really, but is actually Håkan Jahnberg), a dead ringer for Hank Worden, playing a similar role in Twin Peaks. Even the names are similar!