The fate of every great thinker is doomed. Be you ware! If you’re rich and famous and a genius to boot, once you’re long gone, your life will be utterly rewritten by Hollywood.
Your works will be sliced and diced and distributed among the needy.
We’re a Little League society now where nobody is ever called out and everybody wins. Except for the truly talented among us.
This film is a double header. It slanders the two great brains of modern psychology, Freud and Jung. The writers do so separately, carefully, gently – then boom! – they imply some lurid façade of homosexuality between the two. Voila – the muck is neck deep, and you gag from the stench.
If you’re famous now and if you have any friends at all, future generations will watch, fascinated, in Hollywood biopics about how you secretly were a pervert. If you have any lady friends, they will become mistresses. If you’re happily married it will only be because you need to hide some deep, dark psychological flaw.
It was easy to make Julius Caesar, liberator and champion of France, into a bloody megalomaniac. It took a little more finesse to fashion Cleopatra into a murderess. It positively takes skill to excoriate Freud and Jung. Using their own science to hang them!
Carl Jung’s tragic flaw was a weakness for beautiful, intelligent women. Yes, that’s a horrific FLAW – for women, too; to be attracted to a soaring male intellect. Horror of horrors, for a lonely male intellect to seek the companionship of a brilliant, witty fellow scholar.
The only permitted companions in Hollywood dramas are drugs, members of the same sex, alcohol and violence.
Hollywood has always harbored a simmering animosity toward the greats of modern psychology – Nietzsche, Freud and Jung. Nietzsche has long since been dispatched as the champion of Nazi ideology and thus the progenitor of Nazi Germany itself. The very idea of a superhuman!
That’s obscene. Humanity will never improve. Man is destined to return to the cesspool, and Hollywood’s self-appointed mission is to get us there ASAP.
Jung and Freud advanced the notion that a perverted sexuality is the cause of all neurosis. Heterosexuality is the only hostile sexuality, by definition. Naturally, this Hollywood production had to put Jung’s own sexual misadventures front and center. Who can possibly believe a pervert who deeply loves with two women?
Freud is an aloof, aristocratic mentor who constantly sucks on a giant stogie all the time. Clearly, we see in the subtext, this man is sucking on something else in his imagination.
Together, Freud and Jung are the quintessential couple – anal retentive and anal expressive. It’s how this film got three A-list stars for a one-star production. It’s why the film gets heavy playtime on all the cable movie channels. Down with science. Science is for bloody psychotics!
What horrifies Hollywood and the hordes of gays who live there (Hollywood hills has the two top gay zip codes in the U.S.) is that Freud was right. Anal fixation is the second stage of psychological development that most people grow out of before they begin to talk.
Infants who are coddled and who spend their whole formative years parked in front of the TV-as-babysitter, raised by Pee Wee Herman and addicted to Mickey D’s fat diet between luscious buns – they keep that anal fixation for the rest of their lives, obsessed by anal sex and watching – Doh! – gay porno flicks.
Hollywood should stick to that they know.
