K. and I watched Ingmar Bergman's Persona the other night. Pretty much the epitome of the artsy foreign film. Mood-heavy scenes, unexplained and sometimes inexplicable actions, loads of symbolism, and intense dialogue. Not to mention bizarre montage bombardments of things like crucifixtions, sheep being killed, penises, and corpses. When it ended, I wasn't sure if it was a simple story about a nervous breakdown, some kind of extremely subtle horror film, an indictment of modern psychiatry, or something else altogether. Either way, it was definitely super interesting to watch and the two actresses, Bibi Andersson and Liv Ullmann, were both beautiful and amazing to watch.