Autumn sonata youtube movie#
We knew it was just a movie, but it was the first time that a movie had presented to us a version of the world that seemed well beyond us in one way and close to us in a way that we were not able to articulate. And this centred on the question of Boyer's character, the slowness and sheer cruelty of what he did, and on Bergman's vulnerability.
The film not only made our small house more frightening in the weeks that followed, it also gave us something to talk about, something that all three of us were interested in. The camera seemed to linger on the gaslight as much as on her face, with the same simple urgency and dramatic grace. She believed that she must be imagining what she was seeing, as she must be imagining the footsteps she heard in the attic above her. Bergman was alone in her room as the gaslight flickered. At night, as he pretended to go out, Boyer in fact slipped back into the house to search in the attic for the jewels. Or that he would refuse invitations on their behalf and make her almost hysterical as he told her that her mother had died in a madhouse.īut it was the gaslight that did the real work for us. It seemed unbelievable that he would give her a brooch and tell her how precious it was to him and then make her believe that she had lost it. And this man was slowly convincing her that she was going out of her mind. Every time the camera focused on her, it caught some strangeness in her, a nervous glance, a worried smile, a sense of an intense inner life. She seemed ready for happiness, so wonderfully tender, but yet so jittery and prone to worry about things. She seemed so alone in the world, someone with no living relatives to come and rescue her. Part of the reason why this night was so memorable was Bergman's performance. Neither my brother nor I had ever seen a film like this before, where motives were mysterious and actions slow and dramatic and cruel. It seemed strange to us that Boyer didn't just kill her or tie her up as he would have done in a pure adventure movie or a comic, and then rob her and run off. I know that my mother explained early on as we watched that he had married the woman played by Ingrid Bergman only to gain access to her aunt's house so that he could find some priceless hidden jewels. I remember how menacing and frightening Boyer was, how angry he seemed, and how evil. It starred Charles Boyer and Ingrid Bergman. I remember the room now, the television in the corner, the fire lighting, my mother to the right of the fireplace, my brother and I sitting to her left. On one of those Sunday nights as we were about to go to bed and my mother was looking at a newspaper, she suddenly said that there was something on television, a film she had seen years earlier, and it was so good that she was going to let us stay up for it. My mother, on the other hand, would stay up late in the room below our bedroom often I would hear her moving around in the early hours. As soon as we got home on those Sunday evenings to the cold house my brother and I would go straight to bed. It makes me shiver when I drive there now.
Nonetheless, there are still stretches of that road north of Bunclody that seem exactly the same, the landscape still bare, windswept, oddly forlorn. It is like a hundred years ago because the roads have all changed, been widened and modernised towns have been bypassed. On Saturdays, she would drive me, aged 12, and my brother, aged eight, to her sister's house in Kildare, and we would spend the night there and then drive back to Enniscorthy on Sunday evenings. In the time after Christmas my mother tried to make good use of the car before it left us. And I was sulky and difficult in any case and happier on my own. I suppose I did not like the idea of losing something else so soon. In those months I tried not to go anywhere in it unless it was absolutely necessary. We knew it was going, however, as you would know that an old dog was soon to be put down.
A lthough my father died in the summer, my mother waited until the following spring to sell the family car.
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