A Dangerous Method

Don't watch A Dangerous Method if you want to continue believing that Keira Knightley is cute as a button.  She makes herself so hideous as a woman with hysteria in the first fifteen minutes of the film, you may never look at her the same again. It almost looks like they CGI-merged her with the alien from Alien.  



I'm not sure if it's better to see the film with a solid knowledge of Freud and Jung under your belt, or none at all.  I spent the film noticing inconsequential inaccuracies, so I may not have lost myself in it as much as I would have otherwise.  The timeline was particularly bothersome.  It's all filmed before the war when they were friends, and then the movie ends as if they both just stopped writing after that. But they both, arguably I suppose, wrote some of their most influential works after the war.  Jung didn't sit on a chair looking out to sea, pining for his mistress for the rest of eternity (a mistress whom he suddenly obsessively fell for after having a detached relationship for ages - the blubbering was jarringly out of character).  He was only in his 30s. He got a new girl and wrote twenty volumes full of theories of the mind.

I'm not sure how interesting this movie will be to anyone unfamiliar with the theories that came out of this trio.  As random characters in a film, I didn't really care about any of them.  I only cared to the extent that they represented people I've been following for years.  Maybe take a pass.