Critic Reviews

Told mostly through haunting, often chilling visual fragments, this handsomely mounted and unusually gripping account amounts to an important exercise in biography: It faithfully restores Spielrein to her rightful place as a crucial contributor to the fields of child psychology and psychoanalysis.

This evocative film is a poignant testament to the twin forces of love (however blighted) and the unconscious.

Hats off to Elisabeth Marton, who has taken a bunch of dry facts and fashioned them into the gorgeous My Name Was Sabina Spielrein.

Engaging doc should stir psychologists and feminists.

As complex as its subject's life and - like her - both flawed and fascinating.

However fascinating the source material, there's something less than cinematic about 90 minutes of watching people read letters in front of windows.

A fascinating historical tale is rendered with less than compelling results in this pseudo-documentary.