In college, I saw my first Ingmar Bergman films, The Seventh Seal and Wild Strawberries, all of which coincided predictably with my Woody Allen love at that time (almost 30 years ago!). But the film of his I would want to watch again tonight would be Smiles of a Summer Night.
Thank goodness for Netflix.
Oh, and I know I have been terribly remiss with blogging, and I'll likely pick it up again a little closer to when school starts. I'll be off to Idaho soon, my annual trip west to my "homeland," with Carson. Until then . . . .