by Tamara Khodova
May 22, 2026
After a 7-year hiatus, Paweł Pawlikowski — one of the most prominent Polish filmmakers working today — returns to the Cannes Film Festival with a concise drama that elegantly caps off his unofficial black-and-white trilogy. He began this thematic journey with Ida (2013), a haunting exploration of a young Polish nun unearthing her family’s Holocaust tragedy; then continued with Cold War (2018 – also at the Cannes Film Festival), charting a doomed romance across the fractured landscape of post-war Poland. Now, Pawlikowski steps back into the ashes of mid-century Europe with Fatherland, concluding a study of historical trauma with a wonderfully restrained, politically charged narrative. Set in 1949 against the backdrop of the newly partitioned Germany, the film follows Nobel laureate Thomas Mann (played by Hanns Zischler) as he is invited to receive the Goethe Prize: first in American-occupied Frankfurt, then in Soviet-controlled Weimar. Accompanying him as his personal assistant is his daughter, Erika (Sandra Hüller). Having fled the Nazi regime for the US in 1933, the trip marks the author’s long-awaited return to his homeland after 16 years.
The film opens with Erika on the phone, trying to coax her brother Klaus (August Diehl in a small role) into joining their trip. Their on-screen dynamic draws from a fascinating real-life history: the remarkably close siblings famously entered into reciprocal “lavender marriages,” marrying each other’s same-sex lovers. Erika’s husband—Klaus’ former partner, Gustaf Gründgens—ultimately stayed behind to become the star actor of Nazi Germany. Having fled the country in 1933, Klaus channeled this betrayal into “Mephisto“, a thinly veiled novel about Gründgens’ opportunistic rise that famously remained banned for decades.
Though his screen time is limited, Diehl operates as a crucial moral compass for his aging father. Through them, Pawlikowski subtly juxtaposes the fates of two exiles who chose vastly different ways to confront their homeland’s darkest hour. While the elder Mann formally condemned the Nazis in 1936 and sustained his literary career abroad, his son took a much more visceral route. Klaus enlisted and went to the front lines, confronting the brutal reality of the concentration camps with his own eyes.
This perfectly aligns with Pawlikowski’s enduring fascination with societies in freefall — in liminal spaces where old rules have vanished and new ones have yet to form. Post-war Germany, fractured & traumatized, serves as the ultimate canvas for his outsider’s perspective. Mann arrives yearning to reconnect with his readers in his mother tongue and champion his idea of a “Good Germany.” But the homeland he remembers is gone. Carved up by the US and the USSR — the nation is now driven by competing agendas, and Mann’s idealism is of little interest to either side. Instead, the revered author is reduced to a political pawn, paraded around to legitimize their rival regimes. To add insult to injury, the very readers he came to embrace are flooding him with venomous letters, outraged by his willingness to set foot in the Soviet-controlled GDR.
Fatherland sees Pawlikowski at his most minimalist. By confining the action to the formal halls of a broken country, he frames a deceptively simple story that is quietly teeming with buried secrets. The stark divide between the two states is cleverly mapped out through music he encounters. While in the West, Pawlikowski regular Joanna Kulig sings playful cabaret tunes, seemingly to drown out the nation’s collective guilt. Meanwhile, over in the East, a children’s choir belts out utopian anthems about a future where no mother weeps for a fallen son. Ultimately, Mann emerges not as a monument to a new Germany, but as a tragic relic of a bygone era. As an émigré who has lived across several borders himself, Pawlikowski excels at capturing that devastating, hollow ache of displacement familiar to any exile or even any immigrant. Mann feels like an alien in every room he enters, realizing his true “fatherland” now exists solely in his memory. He might yearn to step onto a pedestal, but reality constantly intrudes — whether in the form of Richard Wagner’s grandchildren or the chilling discovery of a Soviet political prison operating out of Buchenwald.
Ultimately, Fatherland serves as a remarkably piercing commentary on the very notion of “homeland” and national identity. It dissects the painful chasm between those who fled and those who stayed, capturing a society stripped of its moral compass. The film resonates so fiercely with the present day that Pawlikowski’s post-war setting feels less like a history lesson, more like a mirror held up to ourselves. Society is fractured: some revel in the ruins, others blindly engineer utopian futures, while a few sit in bombed-out churches to mourn a lost era. Yet, they are all bound together by threads far stronger than they realize. Much like Jonathan Glazer did with The Zone of Interest, Pawlikowski uses the trappings of the past to interrogate the present, asking urgent questions of a modern audience standing, once again, at a historic crossroads.
Tamara’s Cannes 2026 Rating: 4 out of 5
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