Through a Glass Darkly (1961)
Fredrik: Father, I'm scared. When I was hugging Karin in the boat, reality was revealed. Do you know what I mean?
David: I do.
Fredrik: Reality was revealed, and I collapsed. It's like a dream. Anything can happen. Anything.
David: I know.
Fredrik: I can't live in this new world.
David: Yes, you can. But you must have a support.
Fredrik: What kind of support? You mean a God? Give me a proof of his existance. You can't.
David: I can. But you gotta pay attention to what I say.
Fredrik: Yes. I need to listen.
David: I can only tell you a thought of my own hopes. It is to know that love exists for real in the human world.
Fredrik: A sort of special love, I suppose?
David: All kinds of it. The bigger and the smaller, the most absurd one and the most sublime one. All kinds of love.
Fredrik: What about the desire for love?
David: Desire and denying. Trust and distrust.
Fredrik: Then love is the proof?
David: I don't know if love is the proof of God's existance or if it's God itself.
Fredrik: To you, love and God are the same thing.
David: That thought makes me feel less empty; Makes my desperation less worse.
Fredrik: Go on, dad.
David: All of a sudden, emptiness turns into abundance, and desperation turns into life. It's like a temporary death's sentence strike.
Fredrik: Dad... if it's like how you say it is, then God is all over Karin. We love her so much.
Fredrik: Can't that help her?
David: I think so.
Karin: It's so horrible to see your own confusion and understand it.
David: We draw a magic circle and shut out everything that doesn't agree with our secret games. Each time life breaks the circle, the games turn grey and ridiculous. Then we draw a new circle and build a new defense.
Karin: Poor little daddy.
David: Yes, poor little daddy, forced to live in reality.
Karin: Funny, you always say and do the very right thing... and it's always wrong.
[Fredrik rejects Karin's attempt to console him]
Fredrik: Thanks, I can give myself all the pity I want.
Fredrik: I'm an artist.
Fredrik: Yes, Princess, a thoroughbred artist: a poet with no poems, a painter with no pictures, a musician with no music. I despise ready... made art, the banal result of vulgar effort. My life is my work and dedicated to my love for you.
Martin: You're empty but capable. And now you're trying to fill your void with Karin's extinction. But how will God fit into that? It must make him more inscrutable than ever!