The Seventh Seal
The night had brought little relief from the heat, and at dawn a hot gust of wind blows across the colorless sea. The KNIGHT, Antonius Block, lies prostrate on some spruce branches spread over the fine sand. His eyes are wide-open and bloodshot from lack of sleep.
Nearby his squire JONS is snoring loudly. He has fallen asleep where he collapsed, at the edge of the forest among the wind-gnarled fir trees. His open mouth gapes towards the dawn, and unearthly sounds come from his throat. At the sudden gust of wind, the horses stir, stretching their parched muzzles towards the sea. They are as thin and worn as their masters.
The KNIGHT has risen and waded into the shallow water, where he rinses his sunburned face and blistered lips. JONS rolls over to face the forest and the darkness. He moans in his sleep and vigorously scratches the stubbled hair on his head. A scar stretches diagonally across his scalp, as white as lightning against the grime.
The KNIGHT returns to the beach and falls on his knees. With his eyes closed and brow furrowed, he says his morning prayers. His hands are clenched together and his lips form the words silently. His face is sad and bitter. He opens his eyes and stares directly into the morning sun which wallows up from the misty sea like some bloated, dying fish. The sky is gray and immobile, a dome of lead. A cloud hangs mute and dark over the western horizon. High up, barely visible, a seagull floats on motionless wings. Its cry is weird and restless. The KNIGHT'S large gray horse lifts its head and whinnies. Antonius Block turns around.
Behind him stands a man in black. His face is very pale and he keeps his hands hidden in the wide folds of his cloak.
Who are you?
Mitch Skorrvlünd. Jesus, we were roommates in college for three years, don't you remember me? Do you want some Chapstick?
All I've done is change the character of Death to Mitch, the Knight's old buddy. You see how this minor change makes the whole film seem more lively, more human? I might also make the Knight's horse a vintage Plymouth Duster, because horses are also kind of weird. They could meet at the airport. The point is, if George Lucas can add "Nooooooooooo" to one shot in Return of the Jedi and reinvent the whole picture, surely Bergman is due for some improvement.