Martha et moi (1990) User Reviews

A poignant lesson in love and devotion

[SFMovieFan · 9 July 2003]

It has been years since I saw this film at the San Francisco Foreign Film Festival. It really leaves an impression; I highly recommend it. The plot spans years before and during the Holocaust. Through the eyes of his young nephew, we watch the plight of an initially successful Jewish doctor ("Uncle Ernst") living in Germany. While Ernst's plight is central to the story, it is mostly Martha, his housekeeper-become-wife, who draws you in--at least that's the impression I have after all these years. After the film, the face of this kindly, well-meaning woman haunted me for some time, and I can even picture it now: radiating joy during the warmer moments of the film, and piercing the viewer's own heart with sorrow at other moments.

Many films that take place during the Holocaust are somewhat predictable. That said, this one is rich and unique enough in plot that it stands out in my memory, but mostly thanks to the acting and poignancy of the story. I think the film's biggest strength is the attachment you form to Martha, an extremely sympathetic character whose devotion to her husband is so sincere, so touching, that it seems to erase all barriers for the human heart.

Beautiful, unassuming little film that creeps up on you

[spinninginvertigo · 10/10 · 3 September 2004]

There seems to be two approaches to WWII films that deal with the Jewish dilemma. The first type, which is the most popular, is depicting in graphic detail the physical brutality the Jewish people had to endure under Hitler. Going the other route, some filmmakers have instead chosen to explore the psychological torture these people experienced in the years leading up to and during Hitler's reign of terror. This second type are usually much less acclaimed and attended, but in many ways they have a deeper effect, as they seem to linger on much longer in the mind, much more so than a devastating emotional punch given by a SCHINDLER'S LIST, whose impact often seem to evaporate disconcertingly quickly.

Czech director Jirí Weiss' MARTHA ET MOI definitely falls into the latter category. The film is seen from the perspective of Emil (Václav Chalupa and later Ondrej Vetchý), an awkward and sexually inexperienced adolescent who matures into a politically progressive student and soldier. His parents are briefly seen as violently and stiflingly overprotective, and so he develops a father/son relationship with his Uncle Ernst, played by landmark French actor Michel Piccoli (CONTEMPT, LA GUERRE EST FINIE, etc), a sought-after and wealthy gynecologist who treats Emil as an adult, and helps him make sense of his developing sexuality. It is there we meet Martha, the stout, but kind-hearted German housekeeper who Uncle Ernst eventually marries after he catches his young, beautiful, but wild wife in bed with another man.

The robust Marianne Sägebrecht gives a marvelous performance as the Martha of the title. She very subtly digs her way into the viewer's affections, creating a portrait of a poor country woman who has nothing more to offer her husband than an unfaltering love that even Nazism can't destroy. When it becomes known that her husband is Jewish and violent occurrences begin to surface in their tranquil existence, she clings to him all the more.

Though in many ways the film is set up to be Emil's coming-of-age story, the real core of the film is Sägebrecht and Piccoli's autumnal romance. The emotional weight of the film comes from their plight as national politics destroy their relationship- an unremarkable relationship between two elderly, flawed and utterly normal human beings.

MARTHA ET MOI was Jirí Weiss' last film, and it's drastically different than THE WOLF TRAP, his breakthrough film from 1957. It's certainly the work of a more mature and capable director, and even if his presence as director is less visible than in his earlier film, he is certainly more comfortable with his material. The film won him an award at the Vancouver Film Festival for most popular film, and despite enthusiastic reviews, financial and political problems halted its release in America until 1995- but by then it was only given token runs in New York, LA, and San Francisco before disappearing from sight and memory.

Even though there are plot holes and inconsistencies, the combined power of the performers carry the film to unexpected emotional heights. It's a beautiful, unassuming little film, and one that certainly deserves a release in some form, which sadly is something which it has never been given.