Yawning Becomes Electra

I dunno...seeing Ingrid Bergman and Liv Ullman go toe-to-toe in an Ingmar Bergman film sounds like a formula for greatness, but Autumn Sonata is merely ok considering its pedigree. Imagine you could sit down with Mommy and tell her all the petty shit she did to fuck up your life, and how much fun that would be. Then imagine how guilty you'd feel after, and how much of an emotional monster it would make you. That's this film in a nutshell--except that Mommy remains aloof and unfeeling and the daughter comes off more than a bit fiendish, though her attacks might be justifiable. Yeah, the acting is great, and there are some great "gotcha" moments of ouchy dialogue, but for the most part this is a bit tired and formulaic, especially considering Bergman's other work. Worth seeing as a curious entry in the Bergman canon.