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Post  eddie on Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:48 pm

David Cronenberg: analyse this

Exploding heads, Ballardian pile-ups – and a spot of spanking with Keira Knightley. Does David Cronenberg need therapy? No, he says: he's just a regular guy

Steve Rose

guardian.co.uk, Sunday 5 February 2012 21.30 GMT


'Freud has never been more relevant' ... David Cronenberg. Photograph: Graeme Robertson for the Guardian

It's always tempting to imagine you can psychoanalyse a film-maker on the basis of their movies, especially so when it comes to David Cronenberg. What should we make of a director who has seared on to our collective unconscious images of exploding heads, rapist slugs coming up through the plughole, video cassettes being inserted into vaginal stomach openings, avant-garde gynaecological instruments? The fact that his new movie deals with Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung and the infancy of the psychoanalytic movement only adds to the urge.

A Dangerous Method
Production year: 2011
Countries: Rest of the world, UK
Runtime: 99 mins
Directors: David Cronenberg
Cast: Andre Hennicke, Arndt Schwering-Sohnrey, Keira Knightley, Michael Fassbender, Mignon Reme, Sarah Gadon, Viggo Mortensen, Vincent Cassel

Cronenberg is sitting opposite me, on a comfortable couch, but there's little prospect of getting him to lie down on it. If anything, it's he who puts me on the couch. I tell the 67-year-old director that Scanners (its aforementioned exploding head in particular) was a formative experience for me, illicitly viewed and reviewed in slow motion on VHS, a good six years before I was legally allowed to. "Oh my God, I hope it didn't do you too much damage," he laughs. In the 1970s, Cronenberg was your typical science geek: greasy black hair, bottle-top glasses. These days, he looks pretty cool: like Ted Danson's smarter brother.

Legions of horror fans have expressed dismay, even anger, at Cronenberg's apparent desertion of the special effects-heavy stomach-churners with which he made his name. Cronenberg, they argue, has sold out, moving into the mainstream with films such as A History of Violence and Eastern Promises. "Yeah, yeah, you shrug that off," Cronenberg says, "because they have no right to be angry. It's the downside of having fans. Freud would have called it repetition compulsion: they just want you to keep doing the same thing. They want to be 10 years old again and see Scanners when they weren't supposed to. But that's their project. My project is to explore things and keep myself interested and excited by film. Two different things."

On the surface, A Dangerous Method, could be his most conventional to date: there's an A-list cast, historical characters and a period setting. Adapted from Christopher Hampton's play, it is based on the apparently true story of the short-lived alliance between the young Jung (Michael Fassbender) and his mentor, Freud (Viggo Mortensen), and the pivotal role played by Sabina Spielrein (Keira Knightley), first a patient of Jung's, then his lover, then his student. But A Dangerous Method mischievously subverts its period trappings. Bestial impulses squirm beneath the decorous facades of 19th-century Vienna, and occasionally flare up spectacularly. In the absence of any gore, the spectacle of Knightley first raving hysterically, then being spanked by Jung in masochistic delight provide the film's abiding images. "Of course, Keira was a little worried about the spanking scenes, but that's normal," Cronenberg says. "Often the actors' fear is that they can't give you what you want. But she's very down-to-earth and we could have a straightforward discussion about it. I said, 'Don't hold back.'" Some critics have judged her jaw-jutting portrayal over-the-top, but Spielrein's case was well-documented, Cronenberg says, and Knightley's version of it is "absolutely accurate".

More than just an exceptionally articulate love triangle, A Dangerous Method lays out a landscape of repression and release, strained civilities and deep neuroses, before stopping on the brink of the first world war – as if to suggest these issues would shape Europe for the rest of the century. "Freud has never been more relevant," Cronenberg says. "Because of his understanding of what human beings are, and his insistence on the reality of the human body. We do not escape from that. Jung went into a kind of Aryan mysticism, whereas Freud was insisting on humans as we really are, not as we might want to be. That's often hard to take, but it keeps coming back to us: the possibility of descending into tribal barbarism was very shocking to Europeans of the era. To suddenly be engulfed in flames and barbarity was the shattering of their ideals. And we've had Kosovo and the Balkans to remind us it can happen again."

Has Cronenberg any direct experience of therapy? "No. It's something you use as a tool in your life if you feel you need it, and I don't feel I've needed it. It's like taking an antibiotic when you don't have an infection."

For all the perversions he has put on screen, he considers himself completely normal – and try as they might, his critics have found little to contradict this self-evaluation. His parents were "warm and loving and sweet and not demanding", he says of his Toronto childhood. They died relatively young, before he'd really got into his stride as a film-maker. He doesn't think they'd be shocked by anything he went on to do. "They never pushed me to get a real job or anything like that. They understood art." He switched from science to English at university. He smoked marijuana but not much, because it hurt his throat. He took LSD once. "I found it a very revealing and potent experience, and I was sure I would take it many times, but I never did." He enjoys bicycling through the countryside.

If anything, Cronenberg's films have revealed more about their audience than their director. Look at the way Britain lost its head over Crash, back in 1996: the reaction of the press in this country to the film's vehicular eroticism was so disproportionately hysterical, it looks comical in retrospect. "Ban This Car Crash Sex Film," frothed the Daily Mail, until the matter was taken up by politicians and councillors. "Crash surprised me totally, the reception," Cronenberg says now. "It was a 20-year-old novel, well accepted as part of JG Ballard's canon. I really didn't think this movie that was fairly faithful to the tone of the novel would be so shocking to people here." Ballard described the furore as "little England at its worst", symptomatic of a "strange, nervous nation". There was no Crash controversy in France or Canada, Cronenberg points out. "Different countries have different reactions. Some films are successful in some places; some not. I think Shivers played in Glasgow for three years non-stop. Why was that? I have no idea."

He suggests that A Dangerous Method has brought him full circle, in a way. His very first film, a seven-minute short called Transfer, was a surrealist skit about a psychiatrist and his patient. He has broached the subject since, most notably in 1979's The Brood, in which Oliver Reed played a renegade psychiatrist whose experimental techniques consisted of him pretending to be his patients' abusive parents or neglected children. (It doesn't end well for him, what with the demonic Samantha Eggar hatching homicidal mutant children in the attic.) Cronenberg later admitted that the story, which takes a pretty scathing view of psychiatry, was inspired by his separation from his first wife and the custody battle over their daughter.

As with much else, Cronenberg's stance on therapy seems to have changed a great deal since. If there is any constant to his work, change would be it. Or rather, transformation – of the body and mind, and usually society, too. By some external force, Cronenberg's characters are routinely thrown into a radical new mode of existence, and it's not necessarily a negative experience: Videodrome's toxic TV transmissions create "the new flesh"; Crash's auto accidents are described as "fertilising". A Dangerous Method fits this mould, too. There's no need for body horror any more; it's simply ideas that infect the host and catalyse the transformation.

"You could easily view the psychoanalytic circle in Vienna as the Crash cult," Cronenberg says. "That is to say, a subversive group who have a handle on reality not accessible to society at large, and who band together to explore it. I'm interested in people who don't accept the official version of reality, but try to find out what's really going on under the hood."

Uncharacteristically, after A Dangerous Method, Cronenberg went straight on to another movie: an adaptation of Don DeLillo's novella Cosmopolis, starring Twilight's Robert Pattinson. The story is set entirely inside a billionaire's limousine, cruising around New York. Cronenberg looks as surprised as anyone that he moved so fast. "Usually I take three or four years between movies, but suddenly there it was and I wanted to make it. I haven't turned my back on my past, but when I'm making a new movie, my other movies are irrelevant. The critics think about your imprint, or your sensibility. 'Is it Cronenbergesque or not?' But creatively that doesn't give me anything. It's nice to be an adjective, but it can also be a trap."

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Post  Yakima Canutt on Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:14 pm

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Post  eddie on Wed Feb 15, 2012 1:21 am

A Dangerous Method – review

A droll undercurrent of black comedy underlies David Cronenberg's drama about Freud, Jung and male hysterics

Peter Bradshaw

guardian.co.uk, Thursday 9 February 2012 15.29 GMT


Sex, lies and boundary issues ... Keira Knightley and Michael Fassbender in David Cronenberg's A Dangerous Method. Photograph: Lionsgate/Sportsphoto Ltd/Allstar

"These modern analysts! They charge so much!" declares a character in Woody Allen's collection Getting Even, "In my day, for five marks Freud himself would treat you. For 10 marks, he would treat you and press your pants." Sigmund Freud's tricky financial situation has a recurring cameo in David Cronenberg's seriocomic new movie, an adaptation of Christopher Hampton's play The Talking Cure, about Freud, Jung and their mutual patient-acquaintance, and later colleague, Sabina Spielrein. It's an entertaining reminder that the sex-instinct once had an intimate psychological link with poverty. It meant children to feed and clothe.

A Dangerous Method
Production year: 2011
Countries: Rest of the world, UK
Runtime: 99 mins
Directors: David Cronenberg
Cast: Andre Hennicke, Arndt Schwering-Sohnrey, Keira Knightley, Michael Fassbender, Mignon Reme, Sarah Gadon, Viggo Mortensen, Vincent Cassel

This is a cool, measured, loquacious film; even its sexual adventures are shown with a clinical detachment, and there is a droll undercurrent of black comedy. Cronenberg is usually associated with body horror, but the nearest this film comes to anything of the kind is Keira Knightley's facial contortions playing Sabina Spielrein at the height of her mental turmoil; she is the young Russian neurotic carried kicking and screaming to the Swiss treatment room of CG Jung, played by Michael Fassbender with a clerkly and supercilious manner. As she screeches and yelps, Sabina's lower jaw is shoved out what looks like a couple of feet with a lower row of teeth jutting jaggedly upwards, like Ridley Scott's Alien when it comes out of John Hurt's stomach.

The lives of Spielrein and Jung are to intersect with that of the great master Freud, played by Viggo Mortensen. Ambitious Jung is excited at the prospect of applying Freud's proposed new "talking cure" to Sabina, and that he will be the first analyst ever to do so, as Freud, like Darwin, has been unwilling to go fully public with his ideas. But Cronenberg shows there are quasi-Oedipal tensions between the two men: one is a prosperous and complacent gentile whose wife has money, the other is a Jew, maintaining a large family in a small apartment; his life is more difficult and finds the younger man puppyish and naïve. Freud insists on sex as the primary foundation; Jung has other ideas, including cranky and eccentric interests in psychic phenomena and telepathy. But it doesn't take him long to diagnose sexual suppression in Sabina's case, stemming from childhood beatings that have caused masochistic desires in adulthood. Jung finds himself unable to resist an affair with Sabina, and they work through their mutual issues with spanking sessions. This was before anyone had ever heard of "boundary issues" or "inappropriate contact".

"Transference" is how Freudians describe the redirection of feelings towards your therapist, and there are weird triangular patterns of transference between Sabina, Freud and Jung, whose emotional ménage à trois is more potent than the one Jung is having with Sabina and his complaisant wife. Fassbender's Jung is pernickety and precise, a bourgeois academic, his eyes gleaming not so much at the thought of sex with Sabina but the prospect of making a name of himself and supplanting the master. Viggo Mortensen's Freud is bland, tolerant, opaque.

Cronenberg has created a drama of male hysterics with no interest in diagnosing their own condition – perhaps the career of each is a continuous, elaborate symptom. Why on earth does Jung make Sabina his assistant as he subjects his wife to a word-association test, if not to impose himself on her sexually? The director allows us to ponder Freud's own motives for referring a certain patient to Jung: the anarchic Otto Gross (Vincent Cassel), a man whose unrepentant sensualism tempts Jung to seduce Sabina. Who is doing the seducing here? Could it be that Freud has found a way of forcing Jung to admit the primacy of sex? Or even that he is trying to engineer a scandal in Jung's marriage, and destroy an impudent young pretender to his crown?

With some restraint, Cronenberg and Hampton do not play upon the much-discussed German puns in the three principals' names: that is, Freud equals joy, Jung equals young, and Spielrein equals either "play pure" (Spiel-rein) or "play inside", even "play inside me" (Spiel-herein). This could be because Freud's joyfulness appears in short supply. He is a man in the evening of his life, and has to reconcile this with the fact that his ideas, still in their infancy, are set to be inherited by a junior colleague of whom he can never approve.

Knightley's Sabina is highly strung, intensely persuasive and alluring, as she entrances Jung with excitable theories of creativity based on Wagner, a belief that only through a great evil or destructive reversal can something new and dynamic be born. She has been galvanised, if not precisely cured, by being taken on as Jung's lover, and then effectively as his pupil. It could even be that her own ideas, and her prospective career in analysis, will be born from the incineration of Jung's relationship with Freud.

"You're looking at the future!" says Jung to Freud, as they gaze upon the faintly surreal, digital skyline of New York from the deck of a steamship that has brought them over (briefly) from the old country. But that's what they themselves are, these fastidious, competitive intellectuals whose ideas were the shape of things to come; they have made of themselves a spectacle of the future that from our present perspective looks subtly, touchingly absurd.

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