"A Dangerous Method"
David Cronenberg, erstwhile of the creepy B horror movie fame ("Scanners" is one of my all time faves), crafted a thoughtful and wonderfully acted movie about the early psychiatric pioneers Jung and Freud.
The movie is apparently a multi faceted diamond. I was curious about what others thought and read through multiple reviews. It seems few individuals had the same particular view, with opinions ranging from stultifying boredom to magnificent, some fixating on the historical elements, some on the increasingly volatile relationship between Freud and Jung, some on aspects of religion, sociology and culture.
My own view is that the movie portrays a kind of glib futility. The early psychiatric pioneers attempted to forge a manipulable mechanistic/scientific view of the mind, wresting that role from the traditional interpretations of religion, morality, spirituality, mythology, literature and interpersonal, generational wisdoms. They donned some rather shabby mantles of unflappable objectivity, but had no handle ultimately on their own minds or tendencies.
Freud succumbed to alpha dog intellectualism and jealousy, Jung to Oedipal rebellion and mysticism.
The movie moves in elegant baby steps to its eventually powerful emotional subtleties.
Jung allows his moral compass to be tilted and seduced by a client therapist, the drug addicted and sociopathic Otto Gross. Gross' view was that the authoritarian role of the therapist merely justified access to patients for personal and sexual exploitation, which he called "freedom." Our last view of Gross is humping a beleaguered nurse then escaping shirtless over the hospital wall.
The tainted Jung, however, his moral compass thinned, finally succumbs to an affair with his patient/student/colleague. He even re-enacts with her the scenes of sexual masochism, which presumably were what caused her initial sexual hysteria.
There is a fairly priceless scene in which Jung, having had his fun, employs the typical male posture of hyper rationalism to end the affair, while the abandoned colleague/patient/student counters with hyper emotionalism and reactivity, apparently a scenario that the psychiatric profession had not yet mastered, the disentanglement of love and libido without leaving wound tracts.
The movie ends with Jung vividly depressed, having revisited his folly of the mistress/student/patient once again with a different woman, decisively alienated from Freud, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown prior to WWI.
Gorgeous period cinematography, great music score, top notch acting. It didn't bore me a bit, but I could see how it might bore some people.
Watched on Sony VPL VW200.