A MATTER OF TIME (1976) **1/2 It's a touching film, moving and with moments of great beauty. For his last ride Vincente Minnelli made a Meet Me in St. Louis about the old country, nonchalently flipping a proverbial finger at ultramodern mid-'70s culture. The tourist segments are exceptional, rapid-fire celluloid histrionics like the shepherds are rushing you again towards the tour bus, or the entire memory bank is about to crash. He knows every single inch of Roma, and it's incredible. Ingrid Bergman is excellent as the aging love goddess, a central character so perplexing as to render indecipherable whether she lapses into memory, projects her own life onto Liza Minelli, or is just imagining things. Liza is fine, but her hair isn't believable until she gets it cut. No one ever really dies.