The Great Bergman's first effort as a director is, if not quite 'lousy,' then certainly lacking in complexity. A young girl gets swept out of a small, quiet town by her louse of a mother, only for her to realize that "big city life" is full of torment - this culminates in the film's miraculous deduction that cities = bad while small-town living = good. There is a single moment of grey in this sea of black and white - when the girl's surrogate mother admits that she's being selfish when she says she wants the girl to stay in the village close to her - but that's washed away by the ending, which goes against Thomas Wolfe's maxim about not being able to go back home once you left it.
Director: Ingmar Bergman
Year Released: 1946