The Fifth Horseman Is Fear

Set in Prague during the German occupation of Czechoslovakia, the film follows Dr. Braun, Miroslav Mach, a Jewish doctor forbidden to practice medicine. He instead works for German officials, cataloging confiscated Jewish property. All Braun wants to do is survive, but his pragmatic mentality is challenged when an injured resistance fighter stumbles into his apartment building. A quest for morphine leads Dr. Braun through his tortured city, where fear eats away at the social structure.

The city may look ordinary on the surface, yet the film’s atmosphere is thick with hallucinatory glimpses, awkward outbursts, and nervous, self-conscious behavior that signal a society unraveling. Although the Holocaust is never depicted directly on screen, its ruinous reach is felt in every scene, building a pervasive sense of destitution and fear that suffocates daily life. As Dr. Braun moves through the city’s seedy underground spaces and then back into the confines of his own apartment building—where a long, winding staircase links a tapestry of eccentric neighbors—the camera introduces a wide array of tortured personalities, each more fragile than the last.

With a deliberately slow tempo and sparse dialogue, the film maintains a constant mood of impending doom. The soundtrack leans into discordant piano music, and the visuals lean toward expressionist choices that heighten unease. Early sequences follow Dr. Braun at work, using exaggerated angles and symbolic compositions. In one memorable image, he stands before a wall crowded with ticking confiscated clocks, a stark metaphor for time stolen from those who suffered under oppression. Time itself becomes a motif, underscoring lives truncated by oppression and fear.

As the narrative unfolds, quick, clipped shots of Braun’s domestic space provide quiet expository details: a small stack of books, an empty milk jar, signs of poverty and intellect, a neglected violin hinting at suppressed creativity, and a tiny bedroom window framing a solitary smoking chimney—each element whispering of losses endured and suppressed humanity.

Toward the end, a radio voice delivers a monotone line that crystallizes the film’s consuming bleakness: > The longer the war lasts the greater is our faith in the final victory. Brynych’s work does not offer hope; it deprives the audience of easy consolations and instead lingers in a mood of despair, urging viewers to feel the weight of fear, disintegration, and the fragile persistence of life under occupation.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 11:21