
1958 · Ingmar Bergman
How The Magician has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Arriving right after The Seventh Seal and Wild Strawberries, it initially struck many critics as a puzzling, tonally lumpy detour — gothic chiller one minute, drawing-room comedy the next — but it's since been reappraised (helped by a Criterion release) as Bergman's sly, personal statement on the artist as charlatan.
Fans still argue over whether its whiplash swings between horror, farce, and philosophy are a flaw or the whole point — and whether the ending is a wink or a cop-out.
Max von Sydow's silent, black-wigged mesmerist Vogler is one of Bergman's most striking images, and the film is endlessly cited as his allegory of the artist versus his critics — the magician versus the rationalist who demands he be exposed.
It's classic deep-cut Bergman: the one cinephiles push on you after the famous titles, forever hovering just outside his top tier with a fiercely loyal defense squad.