Film Review: A Ship Bound for India (1947)
A Ship Bound for India is among the worst Ingmar Bergman films, but you wouldn’t know that just by sight. Compared to Crisis (which was shot well enough), A Ship Bound for India is a step forward visually, partly due to the fact that the film takes place around water, which allows Bergman to capture richly detailed imagery, such as the ruggedness of a rocky beach, that the more confined settings of Crisis could not afford. A Ship Bound for India has been doomed to obscurity, however, for a melodramatic script that is clumsy at best and irresponsible at worst with how it presents the relationship between the two young leads, Birger Malmsten and Gertrud Fidh.
Johannes (Malmsten) works for his father, Captain Blom, who runs a marine salvage business. Blom epitomizes the horrible father role, as he verbally and physically abuses both Johannes and his spouse Alice, and is planning to sail away with Sally (Fidh), a mistress many years younger than him. In addition to ridiculing Johannes for having a hump on his back, Blom humiliates his son in front of Sally by talking to him as if he’s five years old.
The actors’ performances are solid enough, but the script loses its way once it begins to dole out poetic justice to Blom by having Johannes and Sally fall in love. Simply put, the romance is anything but hot between these two supposed lovebirds. Shortly after meeting Sally, Johannes turns to alcohol after Blom slaps him in the face with a glove, the ultimate disrespect. Johannes tries to take advantage of Sally as she yells and struggles. His own mother interrupts him before he can begin the vile deed, what Johannes describes as “the beauty and the freak.”
The next day, Sally casually forgives Johannes. The two behave as if nothing happened the previous night, and they start running around like old high-school sweethearts. (Bergman attempts to drive home the “love at second sight” pretense with dramatic music, but it’s such an obvious trick that betrays the intelligence of the legendary director.) Now, perhaps one can explain this absurd 180-degree turn by the fact that Sally doesn’t often think highly of herself, but the lack of meaningful conversation about Johannes’ aggressiveness functions as a distraction from the ensuing sweet moments of the affair. It doesn’t help that Malmsten and Fidh fail to gel as actors. The couple’s first kiss on the floor is incredibly staged with extraordinary lighting, but the romantic act comes across as a cold process.
The poor chemistry between the lovers is most apparent in the concluding scene. Sally has one of her many self-hating outbursts in this segment, telling Johannes that there’s no point to them being together, but Johannes chases Sally, even busting through a door to get near her. Sally finally breaks, “If you want me, you can have me.” Johannes’ next line reveals a man who is not aware one iota of his own flaws: “I must say, there’s never a dull moment with you.” A Ship Bound for India preposterously thinks Johannes’ creepster behavior warrants happy-ending music. And Bergman, usually keen about the darkness that lurks in humanity, seems like a clueless guy just making a movie.