After plumbing the depths with Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, I continued my Bergman run with Sawdust and Tinsel. There were a couple moments in this film where the anguish on screen matched the intensity of the images and maybe this was his signature style fully emerging, something he did more fluidly and with more confidence later on. An ability to show the grotesque with compassion. Definitely not workmanlike cinema taking the middle road for a paycheck.
And so that brings us full circle, to this scene from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels: