The 5th and a claustrophobic film by Bergman - Port of Call (1948) (Hamnstad) immediately delves into the unpleasantness of life, into a suicide attempt caused invariable by depression and the past, the everyday struggle of man for bare essentials, the manipulative-dysfunctional-dominating mother, the familial disconnect, Sardonic thoughts against women and justice, insensitivity of human beings, drunken rampaging rage, the intricacies of human existence, a desire to sail away and to see ‘a lot of things’, working on jobs that you don’t like just to maintain existence, dissenting against social authority, abortion, broken home, correctional house, endeavoring to eliminate loneliness, the pursuit of personal freedom and from loneliness.
Being a loner is not a terrible thing, but feeling lonely is an appalling thing to happen to any human being.
Bergman takes us to his cinematic world, a place where the stresses of the world can be relieved – a medium where the pressures of existence is alleviated
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