I shared some of senseabove’s frustration with Martha on a first viewing, and as a huge fan of both versions of Gaslight I couldn’t help enjoying the references to those films while at the same time making unfavourable comparisons. There’s a clarity and emotional weight to the abuse in the 1940 version, and a wealth of incisive detail in the actual portrayal of gaslighting in the 1944 version, that I really missed here. And besides the comparative lack of clarity and detail, the tone of black comedy verging on parody (noted by senseabove and zedz) felt sort of ‘off’ to me, like the Punch-and-Judy scene from the 1940 Gaslight pushed to such an extreme that it becomes tasteless in all the wrong ways.
On the second viewing, I tried to forget about Gaslight and instead see this in relation to other Fassbinder films from around this time – especially Fear of Fear and Nora Helmer – and in that context, for me, it comes together beautifully as another variation in the ‘Margit Carstensen knows something is wrong but no one else does’ series.
There’s something kind of perfect about how ‘off’ the opening scenes are, immediately giving us clues that reality is out of joint. It makes no sense that the film begins with an establishing shot of Rome, the camera tracks back to reveal that we’re looking at this from Martha’s point of view in her hotel room, and then El Hedi ben Salem shows up and wordlessly starts undressing. Is he her lover? Is he about to assault her? No, she has no idea who he is or why he’s here, and he leaves as soon as she instructs him to (in a language other than her own). It turns out the concierge mis-read one of Martha’s gestures as indicating that she wanted this man sent up to her hotel room. We immediately find ourselves in a perverse and unpredictable world governed by unspoken rules, and this perversity and unpredictability continues to haunt Martha in the form of Salem himself, stalking her to the Spanish Steps…and is it supposed to be Salem who steals Martha’s purse?
Anyway, I think the point is to establish a nagging continuity between that opening moment of destabilisation and the father’s death. When Martha cries over the lost purse rather than her father, our instinct may be to read this as indicative of a shallow and materialistic personality, but the point is much weirder and harder to grasp. Her fixation on the purse turns out to be rooted in the father’s own obsession with money. Just as he recoiled from Martha’s attempt at physical contact, he recoils from any emotional connection in the moment of death, urging her to leave him alone. Abandoning him on the steps and lamenting over the lost money is Martha’s way of playing by his rules. Normality seems insane and dysfunctional, but it’s something Martha is trapped in and forced to conform to, despite her own inclination towards affection and communication.
Her mother seems to represent one possible ending to Martha’s story: she accepted the normal, boring marriage that her daughter turns down, and has coped with her stultifying existence by turning to drink and drugs (and presumably by winking at concierges now and then). This kind of marriage involves becoming an interchangeable ‘married woman’ and nothing more – after she rejects him, Martha’s boss instantly proposes to the other woman in the room – but, Martha’s mother seems to be saying, the normal thing to do is to go along with this and find outlets for your real feelings wherever you can. She ridicules Martha for thinking that she can do better, and wilfully declares that she herself can now behave however she wants to, in an overtly childish manner that underlines her state of arrested development.
So why is the mother horrified when Martha gets engaged to Helmut? I think it’s because she realises that this marriage won’t be ‘better’ than her own – it will be something much worse. Giuliana in Red Desert says, ‘There is something terrible in reality, but I don’t know what it is – no one will tell me.’ In Fassbinder’s world, there is something terrible in reality, and it has multiple layers: the mother exists miserably on one of those layers, but Martha is about to dig down to the next level of hell, where the oppressive structures force you to keep up appearances, not only to the world in general, but even in your own home and your own mind. It’s a truly terrifying amplification of the Gaslight experience, and it ends up feeling more like Invasion of the Body Snatchers, but worse than that because a vestige of your original self will still be down there at the centre of your otherwise thoroughly ‘washed’ brain. Martha’s unbridled screaming towards the end is completely warranted, given that what she is fleeing from is the most profound kind of imprisonment – a living hell.
I don’t agree with zedz that she achieves any kind of victory at the end, even mentally. In the final shot, we see Helmut fully in control not only of Martha’s movements, but also of her environment, which is now as enclosed as it can be: the elevator doors close at the back, blocking out the golden sunlight that was streaming in from the window in the corridor; and then the doors close at the front, and we glimpse Martha’s tiny cell being engulfed in darkness. The end credits play out over an image of those closed metal doors, and I don’t see anything here to mitigate the bleakness of this conclusion. Up to now, Martha always had someone she could talk to, someone who could potentially see what she was going through, even if that was only us, the audience. Now, even the window that this film opened onto Martha’s suffering has been closed. What we’ve seen up to this point has been so weird and unpredictable that we’re left with the chilling realisation that we can’t even imagine what Helmut will now be able to inflict on his prisoner: the closed doors emphasise how unfathomable Martha’s ultimate fate is.
Again, on a first viewing I found this ending so cruel that it seemed almost sadistic, but I guess Fassbinder is just telling it like it is. This kind of thing really happens, it really is hard to explain it to anyone, most people don’t (and don’t want to) understand, and the truth is (and should feel) unpalatable – all the more so because it’s coated in such a thick layer of sugary mawkishness.
Rayon Vert’s comment about Fassbinder’s philosophical stance seems relevant here:
With this in mind, it’s significant that Martha is not allowed to listen to her music or read her books or go anywhere near the library, or even eat and drink what she wants to. This also finds an echo in the way Margot in Fear of Fear tries to escape into music (with headphones on), but is always dragged back to her domestic hell. That film seems to penetrate to an even deeper layer than Martha, with no visible horrors or abusive behaviour this time, but only a haunting sense that there is something wrong with reality.Rayon Vert wrote:[Fassbinder] isn’t damning the universe or whatever forces are behind nature, like Baudelaire or Schopenhauer, but the socio/political/psychological patterns that condition human life. So that his vision isn’t as absolutely misanthropic or pessimistic as those writers. It’s human society, or how it’s conditioned to have become, that is the nightmare. But practically, in terms of human existence, the results are nevertheless the same since there aren’t really solutions to those problems, and it isn’t really possible to escape, so that again, by this point in Fassbinder’s thought, the only means of survival (or seeing/realizing the good?) is, temporarily, through an expressive, aesthetic transfiguration.
In this case reality seems to waver especially when Margot looks into a mirror, perhaps because mirrors – like art itself, arguably – are both a false representation of reality and a uniquely ‘true’ reflection of reality, showing us our ‘true’ self rather than the self we construct and inhabit most of the time. Those ‘wavy’ moments are Margot’s way of glimpsing something true, but unlike in Martha we get no clear understanding of what that truth consists in.
For example, there’s a wonderful moment when Martha and Helmut are on the roller-coaster, and for a split-second we see her face contort into an expression of horror, while Helmut’s is fixed in a demonic grin. It’s a flash of nightmare with a kind of David Lynch quality to it (by the way, Martha looks weirdly like Laura Palmer in that scene where she’s laughing in the car just before the honeymoon), and it tells us very bluntly what is really going on here. It would make for a nice DVD cover.
But what do Margot’s wavy lines tell us? In Fear of Fear, there’s a cut to Margot’s point of view as she looks at her daughter (framed, as in the opening shot, with half her face obscured by a door-frame), and the shot begins with a wavy line distorting the daughter’s eyes so she looks inhuman. It’s like one of the cursed photos in Ring and it gives me the shivers. What does it mean, though? The visual effect is a cinematic cliché that normally denotes dizziness or a flashback: it could mean that the character is losing their balance or their grounding in the present, falling to the ground or lapsing into the past. It also looks a bit like a water effect, as if we (or the scene we’re watching) were submerged in water, or separated from us by a screen with water running down it. All these connotations are relevant, I think. Margot cannot maintain her stability, she cannot focus on the present, she doesn’t know what element(s) she is operating within, and she cannot see or interpret what is in front of her.
It’s particularly interesting that these episodes tend to occur when she is still, when ‘what is in front of her’ is a kind of representative tableau, whether that’s a self-portrait she sees in the mirror, an emblematic moment of domestic life, a portrait of her daughter standing immobile in front of her, or just a still-life of her empty living room.
Sometimes Fassbinder’s play with mirrors, pictures, and frames has the effect of crystallising reality by ‘framing’ it, by turning it into a representation to expose an underlying truth, as in Effi Briest when the parents are talking about unhappy marriages and art, and we see a tiny mirror on the wall framing the husband’s face and portraying the wife from behind as a faceless, marginalised figure.
Early on in Martha, we see Martha framed in a mirror, in the middleground with her mother standing next to (and just behind) it, hinting at the daughter’s potential to mirror and repeat her mother’s life (which is what the mother pushes her to do). Later, we see a similar but significantly different set-up: Helmut is in the foreground, lecturing Martha about what kind of music she should listen to; in the background, in the upper left part of the frame, is a mirror reflecting Martha (looking towards us) and Helmut from behind. In other words, the scene is dominated by a medium close-up of Helmut, while the mirror provides a miniature version of the over-the-shoulder shot Fassbinder never actually cuts to. It makes you think about the sense of balance and space that over-the-shoulder, shot-reverse-shot editing creates, and how what we have instead is one character dominating all perspectives and spaces at once, reducing the other character to a small image whose facial expressions we can’t even see clearly. Martha is looking directly at ‘her’ Helmut in the mirror, while the Helmut we see is looking away from her – it’s as if he has trapped her in the mirror along with his abusive self, while the acceptable face of Helmut Salomon is free to roam elsewhere.
Which brings us back to Fear of Fear. The dolly-zoom during the title sequence adopts the perspective of a space in the apartment hallway, and the reverse-shot of this space shows a mirror on the wall. Later, Margot finds herself caught between this mirror and another on the opposite wall. It’s one of several shots where we may not initially realise we’re looking into a mirror, or realise which mirror we’re looking into, and Margot herself looks frantically from one reflection to another – each one also juxtaposed with another reflection in the other mirror, and so on – before running away to cower, face down, on the sofa.
Her fear of seeing herself in the mirror is mirrored, so to speak, in her fear of encountering Herr Bauer, who also seems to have a bad relationship with his own reflection: when Margot tells Bibi that Bauer is mentally ill, we see him looking into a nearby window, and his reflection is inexplicably surrounded and infused by something bright red. Is the ‘reddened’ reflection Bauer’s equivalent of Margot’s wavy lines? He insists that it’s important to have someone to talk to, someone who understands, but Margot distances herself from him as she later does from the woman in the institution. This latter gesture is, I think, a reference to The Snake Pit, in which Olivia de Havilland’s character has a similar series of interactions with a catatonic fellow patient.
Spoiler for The Snake Pit:
Nora Helmer arguably goes a step further, showing us a world and a set of quasi-human interactions that are almost unrecognisable as human, or as reality. As zedz mentioned there is some interesting play with mirrors here too, but far more with the apparatus of the set, in particular a large transparent screen with a white pastoral idyll etched onto it. The set itself is largely white or beige, and weirdly, unnaturally so, and there’s something very appropriate about placing a whited-out image of the natural world, floating ethereally on a screen, in the middle of this set. What’s really interesting is how the etching on the screen keeps interfering with the image, whether it’s out of focus in the foreground, obscuring the characters’ faces, or in focus just behind them, cluttering the frame. It’s very distracting, and kind of annoying, partly because like the wavy lines in Fear of Fear it has the effect of blurring the boundaries between people and objects, preventing you from reading those people and objects in the way you’re used to doing.
This is in line with Fassbinder’s approach to the material, which is to drain it of almost all emotion and drama, which is a perversely entertaining way to approach A Doll’s House. Significant omissions include Torvald’s dehumanising terms of endearment (I spotted a ‘little Nora’ and a ‘sweet Nora’ but that’s about it) and Nora’s climactic talk of ‘the most wonderful thing’, among many other significant elements in the final conversation. From the beginning, this marriage seems so cold and joyless on both sides that there’s no fun to be had in noticing the unhealthy dynamic between the characters, empathising with Nora’s accumulating distress and panic, or watching her awakening self-awareness. At no point does she seem in the least bit naïve or childlike, in fact she is robotically in control of her every gesture. When she confronts her husband and leaves at the end, there is little sense of her having come to any significant realisation or undergone any real change; she is just giving voice to things she has known for a long time, and even the act of giving voice to them isn’t that much of a strain for her.
It’s therefore impossible (I think) to see this as a liberating ending. On the surface it’s certainly more redemptive than the endings of Martha or Fear of Fear, but because it’s supposed to be the ending of A Doll’s House it has a special kind of bleakness. To end this play with the vague phrase, ‘we would both have to change, so that…’ and not allowing Nora to finish the thought, ‘…so that we would truly become husband and wife’, feels aggressively confrontational.
The problem Ibsen highlighted in 1879 could be described, discussed, and potentially addressed, and the husband and wife could talk to each other with some degree of mutual respect, affection, and at least nascent understanding. Fassbinder’s film seems to be saying that in the century since then, our culture has become even more dysfunctional, to the point that the dysfunction cannot even be portrayed.
The original play’s delineation of an emblematic problem-marriage, when translated into the 1970s context, reveals a much more profound state of alienation. Nora and Torvald talk at each other across those relentless dissolves, often seeming to talk to themselves or into an abyss rather than engaging in real dialogue. Margit Carstensen has a nice line in creepy smiles, and her facial expressions at the end of this film are even more chilling than Petra von Kant’s clenched Babadook-like grinning. It does strike me as a grin of despair: not the sadistic delight of someone exercising their power over another, but the gallows humour of someone who has nothing to gain or lose.
Ibsen’s Nora had a daunting but exhilarating challenge ahead of her, and in describing her ambitions about self-education she seemed to be harnessing a power she didn’t know was there. Saving her husband’s life, fighting tooth and nail to cover up the crime, steeling herself to take the fall for him, and then confronting him about what a lousy husband he’s been, has given her a taste for exercising agency, forming her own opinions and values, and shaping her own destiny.
Fassbinder’s Nora is much more subdued and laconic in her ambitions, and there is no sense of a bright future ahead of her…or any future, really. Her departure at the end feels more like self-annihilation than self-actualisation. Outside this artificial beige prison there is only the pitch-black void. I’d be interested to know if others feel the same way, but to me this ending is in the same family as Margit Carstensen trapped in the elevator (in Martha) or staring hopelessly out of the window (in Fear of Fear).