THE HOPELESS DREAM OF BEING IN INGMAR BERGMAN'S "PERSONA"

DOCTOR TO ELISABET VOGLER AT THE HOSPITAL:
Don't you think I understand?
The hopeless dream of being.
Not seeming, but being.
In every waking moment aware, alert.
The tug of war... what you are with others and who you really are.
A feeling of vertigo and a constant hunger to be finally exposed.
To be seen through, cut down... even obliterated.
Every tone of voice a lie. Every gesture false. Every smile a grimace.
Commit suicide? That's unthinkable. You don't do things like that.
But you can refuse to move and be silent.
Then, at least, you're not lying.
You can shut yourself in, shut out the world.
Then you don't have to play any roles, show any faces,make false gestures.
You'd think so...but reality is diabolical.
Your hiding-place isn't watertight.
Life trickles in everywhere.
You're forced to react.
Nobody asks if it's real or not, if you're honest or a liar.
That's only important at the theater,perhaps not even there.

SHORT CUT OF "REAR WINDOW" (Alfred Hitchcock, 1954)

Look, Mr Jefferies, I'm not an educated woman,
But I can tell you one thing.
When a man and a woman see each other and like each other,
They ought to come together, wham,
Like a couple of taxis on Broadway
And not sit around analysing each other
Like two specimens in a bottle.
- There's an intelligent way to approach marriage.
Intelligence.
Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence.
Modern marriage.
- No, we've progressed emotionally. - Baloney.
Once it was see somebody, get excited, get married.
Now, it's read a lot of books,
Fence with a lot of four-syllable words, psychoanalyse each other
Until you can't tell the difference
Between a petting party and a civil service exam.
People have different emotional levels -
When l married Myles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits.
We are still maladjusted, and we have loved every minute of it.
- Well, that's fine, Stella.
Now, would you fix me a sandwich, please?