1957 was indeed a watershed for Ingmar Bergman, with his profound yield marking him as the ultimate art-house auteur.

And that’s a rather scattershot framing device for director Jane Magnusson, who reads her own slightly repetitive narration. This hardly matters since the two-hour doc is so packed with great scenes, set footage, and testimony from those who worked on both sides of his relentlessly probing camera. This, plus Bergman’s own words, taken from all phases of an almost seven-decade career. Direct criticism of the man isn’t avoided; he was a Nazi sympathizer during the war, and his abandonment of multiple wives and children was of a piece with his abuse of colleagues in later phases. But his plays, films, and Swedish-TV productions rarely failed viewers in his obsessive effort to “cast a new light on the landscape of their souls”.