I love Bergman's films. What I probably love most about them is their dialogue. Seeing as The Silence is very much filled with silence; I didn't end up liking this as much as I had hoped. This film is also entirely allegorical. Which I usually only care for when it's used to convey things which I find both profound and in fact true. This film only hits me with stuff that's profound, but not truth. Though probably truth in the case of Bergman's own opinion. Suffice to say, I know that father isn't dead.. and that he knows how to deal with midgets whilst at the same time giving space and balance to maturity, youth, flesh and intellect. It really sucks that Bergman didn't seem to have realized this in his lifetime.