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- (1982) Died:Ingrid Bergman
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1982 Highlights
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- September 13, 1982
- The Price of Redemption
- Ingrid Bergman: 1915-1982
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- <p> "I was given courage, a sense of adventure and a little bit of
- humor. I have had a wonderful life. I have never regretted
- what I did." The odor of bitter irony, intentional or not,
- arises from this simple declaration by Ingrid Bergman. She was
- a wise, sober and gifted woman, wryly self-aware in a manner
- unusual in her profession, gallant in a way that is rare
- anywhere. But once, many years ago, she had an extramarital
- affair with one of her directors--an event not without precedent
- in human history--and the shape of her life and her career was
- distorted forever.
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- <p> Here she was in 1949: an Academy Award-winning actress, for the
- preceding three years one of the two most popular female stars in
- America (the other was Betty Grable), going off to Italy to make
- Stromboli with Neorealist Master Roberto Rossellini. Soon there
- were hints that something more than professional respect formed
- their relationship, rumors devastatingly confirmed by the
- illegitimate birth of her first child by Rossellini. Her first
- husband won custody of their child in an ugly divorce action,
- there was a vicious denunciation in the U.S. Senate, and,
- finally, what might have been the best years of her career were
- blanked out before timorous Hollywood let her come back in 1956,
- playing a woman safely desexualized by old age in Anastasia.
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- <p> What all that cost her emotionally she never fully explained,
- because she never directly answered her moral critics. But the
- cost to her work is obvious. Her career regained some momentum,
- but never again the mature and more interesting direction in
- which it once seemed to be heading. Until the day she wrote
- Rossellini a letter, offering to work for him, she had enjoyed
- a lucky life. As a Stockholm teen-ager, she got the first movie
- job she ever tried for. By the time she turned 24 she had made
- eleven movies, including Intermezzo, in which she played a young
- pianist who has a bittersweet affair with an older man, a famous
- violinist. David O. Selznick had bought the remake rights to
- 1939 and brought Bergman to Hollywood to recreate her role
- opposite Leslie Howard. The film made her a star, and Selznick
- made an image for this shy, frugal, occasionally awkward young
- woman: no makeup, no eyebrow plucking, no glamorizing. It was
- a fresh angle, and it worked especially well in the wartime
- '40s, when frivolous excess was regarded as unpatriotic. The
- gurgling approval of the women's clubs and pictures like The
- Bells of St. Mary's and Joan of Arc were almost inevitable.
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- <p> "They had put me on a pedestal," Bergman said of the Rossellini
- episode, "and they felt they had been cheated, that I had
- betrayed them." But "they" must not have been paying attention.
- Joan the saint and Ingrid the woman both had capacity for
- speaking the truth and for listening when conscience spoke. In
- Bergman's case it always spoke in artistic terms. As early as
- 1941 she had insisted on swapping roles with Lane Turner, so
- that she could play the tart instead of the good girl in Dr.
- Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and she edged her vulnerability with an
- enigmatic neuroticism. Or was it eroticism? Casablanca, in
- which she and Humphrey Bogart yield briefly to nostalgic love,
- argues for the latter. "You'll have to think for both of us..."
- she moaned when she finally fell into his arms, and several
- million American males would have volunteered for that kind of
- cerebration. Placed in a different romantic torment, as Charles
- Boyer drove her crazy in Gaslight, she seemed as much victimized
- by her yearning heart as by his murderous greed.
- </p>
- <p> She won her first and best-deserved Oscar for that performance.
- (Others were for Anastasia and Murder on the Orient Express.)
- But it was in Hitchcock's Notorious that she gave her most
- complex romantic portrayal. As a reluctant, psychologically
- troubled spy forced to marry into the enemy camp to ferret out
- its secrets, she allows herself to be treated sadistically by
- Cary Grant as the "good" agent. Here she paid not just the
- price of love but the price of redemption from some deeper
- despair, which she judged that love could provide. It is a
- highly sensual characterization, at once knowing, acceptant
- and brave.
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- <p> These were qualities Bergman would have ample opportunity to
- exercise in life as it proceeded to imitate art in the years
- ahead. But there is no question that she would rather have
- framed them within a growing art. That was not to be. Her
- later career was mostly a patchwork of dignified stage work and
- technically proficient character roles in the movies until, in
- 1977, Swedish Writer-Director Ingmar Bergman cost her in Autumn
- Sonata. In it she played an aging concert pianist trying to
- reclaim the love of the daughter she had emotionally abandoned
- for her career. "My friends feel this is not acting--this is
- me," she said. But if the role resonated with autobiography,
- it was still played with objectivity and fierce control. Last
- year she played the long, exhausting role of Golda Meir in a
- TV movie. By then she had been fighting cancer for seven years,
- and though she spoke openly about the disease that would
- eventually kill her, she did so calmly, without self-pity or
- false heroics.
- </p>
- <p> On the evening she died last week in London, she roused herself
- from her sick-bed to join a few friends in a champagne toast to
- her birthday. Besides that final beau geste she left behind a
- haunting epitaph, claiming she was a great actress because "she
- had acted on the last day of her life." Robbed by circumstances
- of the chance to play that one immortalizing part every actress
- aspires to, she had instead turned her whole life into such a
- role. Her last words represent an artist's final shaping touch
- on the legend that is, perforce, her monument. Yes, she knew.
- Yes, she accepted. And, as always, she convinced.
- </p>
- <p>-- By Richard Schickel
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