Angst vor der Angst

Margot, is a middle class German housewife, who is having some problems. For one she's seeing things, the camera ripples as if under water, whenever she experiences one these fits. Or else it zooms in dramatically, as if her focus is being thrown off completely. Is she just depressed, hysterical, schizophrenic, suffering an anxiety disorder, different doctors tell her different things.

Her husband is largely uninterested he's studying for some Math exam, in their apartment beneath his mothers and sisters. Needless to say Mom and big sis, are always sticking their head in with helpfull hints on how she can be a better, mother, wife, etc. One doctor wants to have an affair, out of desperation she does, when she has sex she stops thinking "then the fear doesn't come". That only works, til she wants more, than he's willing to give, then its a booze and pills cocktail, to numb the days away. The only person who asks her to talk is a man from across the street who she tells her daughter is "sick in the head", and avoids at all costs, hes a walking mirror of her, but one that at least reaches out. Its she who rebuffs him, she may be hallucinating, but she's not one of "those people".

Like other drama's about housewives on the edge, Cassavettes actors showcase, "A Woman Under The Influence", or Todd Haynes germaphobic "Safe", this is gripping and sad film. The big difference is Fassbinder, adds a lot of humor, especially in the music, which is almost timed for comedy at points.

Its a disorientating experience, and maybe flat to some, but I understood Margot's plight, which wasn't just limited to her station as a housewife, her love or lack of love, or her substance abuse, perhaps its something she will never be rid off. Some people just have to like this, under a wavy ripply world, of constant uncertainty and fear from nowhere. Fassbinder, puts us in her shoes, forcing us into empathy without a clear solution. Someone commented its like the best Lifetime, movie ever. I disagree mostly, but wouldn't rule it out entirely. When the story is weak, the film itself picks up, lingering or changing scenes, cutting of sentences, to heighten the emotional tension, and for the most part it works

this is a lesser known work in Fassbinder's ouevre, but it is really worth seeing. Margot, a housewife pregnant with her second child begins to feel a strange fear that she can't explain. Her vision becomes blurry and she begins to fear that she is going insane. She seeks relief in valium, cognac, and has a brief affair with the local pharmacist. It is a well shot film, the actress playing Margot has a kind of Karen Carpenter creepy frailty. There are slightly campy and melodramatic elements, but the vision of the nightmare of depression and modern life is really powerful.

Really, the plot is nothing different than your average movie on the Lifetime cable network: a woman suffers from post-partem depression while no one around her seems to care much; eventually, she becomes addicted to Valium and alcohol. But what a difference a genius can make, and Fassbinder is clearly a genius. And his lead actress, Margit Carstensen, gives an absolutely brilliant performance. It's a small and subtle picture (made for television, actually), and I wonder if anyone else would be as impressed as I was. But I really felt that Fassbinder and Carstensen captured something remarkable here. The other actors are fine, as well. Ulrich Faulhaber plays her odd husband. He cares for his wife, but probably not in the way she needs. I noticed early in the film that he never touches his wife, and later in the film his mother complains that it is abnormal the way the mother hugs and kisses her children. The nosy mother-in-law is played by Brigitte Mira, looking really ugly after making me cry in Fear Eats the Soul, made the previous year. I would say that that character is a cliché if I didn't know so many people exactly like her! Irm Herrmann plays the sister-in-law, and Adrian Hoven plays a pharmacist with whom Carstensen begins an affair after her prescription for Valium runs out. These two characters have the kind of hidden depth that make the film so good. The same can be said about Kurt Raab and Ingrid Caven, both playing other people with psychological problems, the former appearing once in a while in the streets and staring knowingly at Carstensen, the latter Carstensen's roommate at an asylum in which she undergoes some treatment; when Carstensen is undergoing sleep therapy, Caven desperately wants to converse with her, but when she is awake the woman becomes catatonic. Peer Raben's music is excellent, as always, and Fassbinder uses the music of Leonard Cohen wonderfully (as he also did in his more famous 1975 film, Fox and His Friends). 9/10.

what they hey I'll go ahead and give it a 7 which it seems to me is high high praise here in general, whereas I tend towards the extremes.

it's interesting to see MC in this sort of role, the husband and brother in law characters are very touching. the PR score is quite different from the music in other of Fassbinder's films, you can just about hear that it's by the same composer. this is appropriate given the exceptional nature of the story and theme. Still, the story doesn't really amount to a lot... somehow... and just kind of stops rather than coming to any sort of satisfying close.

at least tonight I got to see a Fassbinder film I never saw before. I think there might be only a couple left. wish someone would resurrect his version of Cukor's "The Women"... which has completely found its niche in obscurity somehow...

Margot is a young, beautiful housewife living in comfy middle class apartment with her ever busy husband, daughter and new baby on the way. Near the end of her term she starts to feel uneasy, "hysteric" and fearful. Margot seems to be losing her mind, and what's worse, starts to believe it. Now she has to persuade other members of her family to take notice....

This is the story of woman in the midst of personal crisis, abandoned, frustrated and feeling trapped by her own life. Developing some sort of dissociation and facing frequent depressive episodes she focuses on herself forgetting about her "duties" as mother and wife along the way. She slowly transforms from quiet, submissive wife to rebellious infant terrible. Margot is taking further steps to distant herself from every day life, cold husband and nosy mother and sister in law - living next door. In fact she sheds middle class skin and runs from clichés and expectations the society has forced upon her. Of course, she's not very subtle while doing it: her goal is to draw attention to herself.

She descends into madness she once feared and - just like the rest of the "normal" people around her - mocked, embracing it by now. More pills another sip of cognac...and the fear takes a step back. Husband starts to take notice, he is worried, but Margot might be too far gone.

Essentially, without preaching or intervening, Fassbinder just tells a story, no clear solutions, no answers to why is this woman so sad and resentful of her life. But I find this portrayal very true to life (for those who can afford it) and psychologically compelling. Sometimes it's the way sensitive individuals protest against the expectations and shelves they are being stuffed into...sometimes the fear of losing oneself while playing the role is just overwhelming.

The fear of finding the true self...and never finding the true self.