Swedish Film Legend Day rolls on with a somber bit of news: Director Ingmar Bergman inevitably lost his chess match with Death. I had to write something like 14 papers on Bergman in college, so whether I wanted to or not, I got to know his work pretty well. Most of the time he made me terribly depressed, but occasionally he offered a beautiful glimmer of hope. Even though I walked away from most of his films wanting to curl up and die, I’d still argue that Bergman was the greatest director in cinema history. I wouldn’t have Woody without Ingmar.