I have now watched two lesser pieces in a row ("A Lesson in Love" being the first), each of which is a comedy. The former had that fifties kind of feel to it with some cleverness and some unique banter. This is simply a mess. A music critic is writing a biographer of a famous cellist named Felix. As he researches this he becomes embroiled in the dalliances of the maestro. Like so many Amrican comedies of the sixties it is constant physical humor for it's own sake. The problem is that it is not very funny. There are beautiful women running around, each having a sexual connection to Felix. They all know each other and have even set up a schedule. I wonder if Bergman skipped some more valuable work to do this. Don't bother.