A Dangerous Method
Felt like Cronenberg's intellectual throwback to his Dead Ringers, but with a historical bent that necessitates a certain level of restraint that that movie was never obligated, and it ends up a pretty tepid story in comparison. Stimulating for its ideas, but not exactly riveting outside of the three incredible central performances, where Cronenberg explores the development and inevitable crumbling of the friendship between two of the most fascinating - and controversial - minds of the 20th Century, Carl Jung (Fassbender) and his father-figure and mentor Sigmund Freud (Mortensen). The movie’s synopsis would have you believe the rift was due to a woman, as in some kind of romantic triangle situation, but it’s misleading and more than a bit disingenuous. Keira Knightley’s Sabina is a catalyst to a debate where the two men’s egos and conflicting philosophies were eventually gonna collide anyway, but she’s not the end goal. Indeed, her character becomes a source of historical interest as the first woman in the field of therapeutic medicine that probably not a lot of people were aware of (me included), as well as being a fascinating insight into the sexual neuroses postulated by Freud. Ad nauseum, in fact, which along with Fassbender’s increasing exasperation as the film goes on, gets to be very funny in a very dry way.