Kuiskauksia ja huutoja

A simple idea in a hugely effective and poignant delivery, as only Bergman can do. The retrospective form enhances the psychological sketch of the characters, and the brilliant actresses hardly need to speak to tell us the core ideas or the symbolic value of a scene. Given the predictable twist, which is basically the whole film, Cries and Whispers cannot be ranked at the top of the director's extensive oeuvre, but it still deserves a privileged and important position in the unlimited expressive world of cinema. (17.02.2016)

It's hard to believe that Whispers shares only one year with Perfect Scenes from a Married Life. Here, Bergman only symbolizes, depresses, but does not give the viewer an inch, only spins for himself, indulges in form, and puts a big crack in the frame of my admiration for him. I don't want to watch false ambiguity with an artificial atmosphere (even with any interesting red artistic concept) and a trivial outcome. And I don't want to be interested in characters who whisper, scream, and confess, but who in the end are shallower than their emotional expressions and remain mere puppets in a shadow play. (24.08.2007)

Ingmar Bergman demonstrates his mastery both in terms of directing, writing, and above all in the selection of actors. Harriet Andersson as the dying Agnes is unbelievably convincing, and you will believe every pain that she could have as someone who has gone through cancer. And in addition to all of that, there are incredible images that you simply do not expect. This is a powerful example of authorial mastery. (25.08.2015)

However it may be overly stagey and slow in places, and in some ways reminiscent of that scene in The Simpsons when a desperate Marge tries to find at least one film at Sundance that doesn't beat her over the head with overwrought depression, this is still one of the deepest and darkest treatments of dying I've seen. The ending turns into a beautiful catharsis in melancholy. (19.10.2020)

I wanted to cry, I wanted to die, but not from the joy of an artistic experience. Perhaps it was just the formal arrogance filled with sexist doom, boredom, superficiality, and anger. I don't ever want to see Kari Sylwan almost breastfeeding Harriet Andersson again in my life. (10.04.2014)