Mutter Johanna von den Engeln

This movie is a about a priest that comes to a small village to help in the exorcism of mother superior that is possessed by the 8 demons.

Camera: Everything looks fine and is sharp black and white pictures.

Characters: You do not really get any insight in any of the characters except the tormented priest that are there to save mother superior. You never feel any anguish or anything from all the possessed nuns. All the nuns are just happy. I am not sure it the village people at the inn was meant to seem like they were possessed too or just plain demented.

Story: Sorry to say but there was indeed very little of it. Most of the movie was spend watching people that did not tell what happened prior to the movie or moving the story along. Rest of the time was spend following the priest and his doubt in himself and his ability to save mother superior. The exorcism part was fine though but was never followed up on or commented on. The movie may approach some theological issues that could be interesting, but nothing that had not been seen or done better already in 1961.

Classification: Drama | Horror | Mystery - I am quite puzzled why this movie is classified as horror and mystery. There is no horror at all. Mystery I am not really understanding either as the movie do nothing really to tell what happened before and what is now going on. It is a pure drama following the priest

Verdict: Good idea but too long and unfocused. At least half an hour too long. In the end i felt they gave a solution to the priests troubled mind but not any story about the events there. If all being possessed by the devil means for a nun that she is happy singing and dancing then let us all be possessed to make a better world.

If you love old European movies about self doubt and finding yourself and god this may be the movie for you. Otherwise my recommendation is skip it.

The subject of this film is a fascinating one and it has been portrayed in several media with great eloquence. I know nothing at all about the director of this film except that he is apparently not an experienced director at all. He might be a writer or theologian or philosopher but his field of expertise does not extend to direction. The film is poorly paced, verbose and it drags on for at least thirty minutes in excess. It repeats itself almost literally near the end to make a rather feeble point that it actually does have structure with apologies, I suppose, for the talk fest for the past two hours plus.. Frankly,I can't find anything to admire in it.

Curtis Stotlar

It's a pity this movie isn't available on dvd or vhs - it certainly deserves a wider audience. In my opinion it is not only Kawalerowicz's ultimate masterpiece, but one of the most profound and rewarding polish movies. Based upon a novel by a foremost polish writer Jaroslaw Iwaszkiewicz, it plunges deeply into the intricacies of human psyche and existence, touching both the philosophical and theological issues. Very good performances, especially by Voit and Winnicka, make the story even more compelling. The movie somewhat reminds me of Andriej Tarkovsky's cinematographic explorations.

Released a decade earlier than Ken Russell's The Devils, yet functioning as a spiritual successor of sorts, Jerzy Kawalerowicz's Mother Joan of the Angels also bases its story around the 17th century Loudun possessions to interesting effect, especially when taking into consideration the vast stylistic differences that define each film.

Where Russell exposed the ugliness of this tale of unholy devotion through farce, allowing his characters to writhe around in all the filth and hypocrisy that defined the period, Kawalerowicz created a world where the peasants, nuns, and clergymens' mindsets were treated as frankly as it may have been for those residing in it, unaware of any other reality besides their own. It was documentation not through historical hindsight but by retracing the footsteps that led to its foregone conclusion. Russell's maximalism replaced with Kawalerowicz's minimalism. Vibrant colors traded in for textural black and white. Psychosexual phantasmagoria replaced by emanations of a slowly corruptive force.

If a directors' execution could be grouped by an imaginary school of thought, these two men may as well be rivaling factions. Rusell's proximity to Alejandro Jodorowsky in stylistic technique equals the vastness that may group Kawalerowicz to Frantisek Vlacil when tackling the same subject matter. And yet, both films are masterfully done despite their radical departures in approach.

With Mother Joan of the Angels, Kawalerowicz showcases the temptation, elation, and destructive power that blind devotion could manifest. A thin margin separating spiritual ecstasy from cardinal desire. A nudge made in either direction holding the power to change a pillar of sanctity into one accused of sacrilege. The same kind of thin margin that separates the physical space between a nun and priest, bound by an unspoken unison. It's either sainthood or sinner. Any system defined by that sort of dogmatic rule is a house of cards waiting to topple.

An honest meditation on faith and its inescapable fight with the world that surrounds it, Kawalerowicz's Mother Joan of the Angels has cult-classic status written all over it. All it's missing is its faithful congregation.

Religion is control on what makes us human and in touch with nature. Is control on our bodies and to deny it what he craves. At least that's what the extreme one want to accomplish.

To most blatant theatrical show was the exorcism in the church where all the nuns put on the show in front of the clergymen...all for the purpose of indoctrinate the live spectators but also the ones in the movie theaters. This is what religion is. The fight between good and evil sprinkled with some fear of death and oblivion.

But in this film it's all about desire and sexuality. About man and woman and the forever war between them. All because the need to repress your most true desires.

Good thing I moved on to this fantastic part of humanity and have chosen the scientific method. I feel it's more part of myself than divinity.