Where's my beret.

Swedish film director Ingmar Bergman died today in Faro, Sweden. He was 89. Responsible for bringing the serious to serious films, he made over 50 of them. Lovingly photographed and often with zany, unreal scenes, his movies enshrined cold winter nights and weak frozen sunlight peaking through trees.

He traded some tin soldiers for his brother's magic lantern when he was a child after falling under its spell when it entered their household. Life was strict in the Bergman household and he left as soon as he could when he was 19.

Drama was his first love and he made a name directing plays through the war years. He moved on to TV dramas in te 50's and worked out parts of his movies either on stage or through made for TV series. Anyone who can make a movie based on the black plague, and make it work, has to be good.