It's tempting to want to compare this to Cassavetes' Woman. It's certainly more taut & precise. But it's also less purely a social critique (though it is that), making it something else entirely. This is RWF's trademark deep-but-merciless objective empathy, unveiling the psychology* that even allows for that oppressive bourgeois normativity (see title). Caven is perfect as the ne plus ultra of valium-era victims.
Nothing not to love about it! The way she maintained her tenderness towards the daughter whilst starting to lose it was unexpected (but what ever happened to the baby?).I'm in love with the scene when she's on the floor listening to music, shut out, so unaware and serene... just enjoying herself.
4.5 4.5 One of the first films that made me want to study psychology. Beautiful and scary at the same time. We are unable to look away as we follow this lonely woman into madness. Her anxiety comes from within, and this is something that compels us to watch for as viewers in her incredible performance.
A theme that weaves in and out of Fassbinder's oeuvre is the medicalization of bourgeois blues. Here, Margot's oppressive household and unsatisfying existence leads to panic attacks. The medical establishment subsequently hooks her to Valium, her pharmacist serves drinks and fucks her; then she's told and untold that she has "schizophrenia." Margot's CNS was alerting her to change her life, an evolutionary function