How does Bergman's focus on doubt relate to modern anxieties?
The demon of doubt is a constant companion, is it not? In my time, and I suspect in yours, the grand narratives that once provided solace have crumbled. We are left adrift, questioning everything – faith, love, the very meaning of our existence. This pervasive uncertainty, this silence where answers used to reside, breeds a profound anxiety. My films, from the Knight in *The Seventh Seal* questioning his faith to the fractured identities in *Persona*, explore this existential tremor. We are all, in essence, searching for a flicker of grace, a moment of genuine connection, in a world that offers little certainty.
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