
1971 · Ingmar Bergman
How The Touch has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Savaged on release in 1971 — critics treated Bergman's Hollywood-financed experiment as a rare outright misfire, and for decades it was the Bergman film even his admirers skipped. The 2018 centenary restoration of his intended bilingual (Swedish/English) cut, long unseen after the all-English release version, kicked off a genuine reappraisal.
The eternal fight is over Elliott Gould: hopelessly miscast American import in a Bergman chamber drama, or the deliberately abrasive, un-Bergman presence the film needs — and by extension whether this is his worst film or his most underrated.
It lives in culture mostly as a piece of glorious trivia — the movie where Elliott Gould, fresh off M*A*S*H at peak New Hollywood fame, walked into the world of Bibi Andersson and Max von Sydow.
Deep-cut completist territory in the Bergman canon — long ranked at the bottom of his filmography, now a fashionable 'actually, it's better than its reputation' pick among Letterboxd Bergman-heads.