![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() He dreams again of his childhood, full in the smile of the sun and the sea. His steely coldness, which perhaps has fed into his life-long loneliness, slowly falls away from him. The lines on his face soften, become gentler. Now that he knows he has little of it left, time begins to assume a new meaning for him. But the long journey through a tranquil, often incredibly beautiful countryside, in the company of a daughter-in-law to whom he has been lukewarm at best, transports him from emptiness and ennui to a coming-to-terms with life and its disappointments, heartbreaks and imperfections. ![]() The honour means scarcely anything to him now, for he knows he will soon be dead. This distance between death and life the old man traverses over the film’s 90 minutes, as he drives from Stockholm to Lund to receive an honorary university degree, now awake, now lost in a reverie, now reliving in his mind the pain of a broken relationship. In the second, Isak Borge, the 78-year-old celebrated man of science, goes back in his distant childhood to a sun-drenched day by the sea. Upon the first, a nightmare, falls the shadow of death and the meaninglessness of time. Wild Strawberries begins with a dream and ends with another. ![]()
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