There's a scene in Journey Into Autumn (1954) where Harriet Anderson is going through her sugar-daddy's record collection. She rejects Bach's Saraband in favour of something with a bit of a beat. Flighty young thing. In 2003 Bergman makes Saraband - with Bach on the soundtrack. And Anderson's thowaway moment now means something else. The young Bergman is winking at the old Bergman and the old Bergman is winking back.