A Cronenberg misfire from 2011. The draw was the leading men (Fassbender and Viggo Mortensen), and it sat on the shelf for an age due to my antipathy towards Freud and Keira Knightley. She's better than I expected; that opening scene is by far her worst. The story buried beneath the costume drama is not well-told; near as I could tell it was about the different visions of Jung (Fassbender) and Freud (Mortensen) for the future of psychoanalysis. This movie sides with Jung's mysticism while mostly treading lightly around Freud's flaky notions of science. Motivations are almost always lacking. Towards the end, with industrialized war on the Continent imminent, Mortensen is fed a line that suggests this is really a tale of Jews versus Aryan, or more schematically, iconoclasts versus establishment.
A. O. Scott was more sympathetic, as was Dana Stevens.