I’m trying to conceive of awful sequels to great classic
movies today, so here’s another one: Wild Strawberries 2: Wilder
Strawberries, an unnecessary sequel to a
great classic Ingmar Bergman film.
This movie begins where the first film, Wild Strawberries, leaves off, with the old professor rejuvenated by
his encounter with the young people he rode with to get his award. His
bitterness gone, romance filling his heart again, and feeling as though he has
missed out on much of what life has to offer but determined to make the most of
the time he has left, our old professor hero decides to go live in a swinging
old-folks’ home, where all the residents are very romantically frisky. He has a
series of romantic trysts, all of which trigger flashbacks to previous
experiences from his youth, or else fantasies of his, all of a decidedly sexy
nature. And the movie ends the same way as the first one did, with him smiling
and looking happy and satisfied in bed, except then the camera pans over to
another smiling face next to him in bed.
It would basically be like a steamy geriatric romance film,
just like I’m sure Bergman would have liked to make. (Who knows: maybe he did
make it as a personal film for only himself to watch.)
And if you liked this mangling of a Bergman classic, then
how about The Seventh Seal 2: The Eighth Seal?
