Adieu, Ingmar Bergman

I have spent one month without TV, without reading the paper and without a cellphone. This may be why I am feeling fresh as a morning dewdrop and as stressed as a rose. However, two friends informed me today of the passing of Ingmar Bergman. He had a long, incredibly creative life, so I'm not that saddened by his demise. He worked almost to the end and never stopped achieving excellence.
He left behind a unique and extraordinarily important contribution to the art of cinema (and theater). He was not for all tastes (you have to be in the mood) but he must have influenced absolutely everybody, whether they were conscious of it or not. His films were visually stunning and emotionally harrowing. So we will rent them out on Netflix to pay due homage.