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Squeamous
I have no idea what an Anais Nin is. Is it something to do with breasts?
I probably wasn't following the film with a critical enough eye. I didn't have any prior knowledge of the subject matter so it was all new and interesting to me. I was told by my fellow cinema goer that it was a fairly good depiction of Freud and Jung. He studied Psychology. He didn't think much of it either though.
I liked Freud's total self belief: "you must agree with me, and if you don't it's all the result of the pathology I'm talking about"
Genius! :lol:
Anais Nin was something of a disciple of Jung's and a damn fine writer in her own right. She had loads of sexual experimentation with Jung and wrote extensive diaries. She fucked Henry Miller, but then who hasn't.
Some feminist type I was going out with years ago gave me nine volumes of her journals, but I only got to about the second volume before I decided the girl needed elbowed (and psychotherapy). My girlfriend, not Anais Nin. Well, both, come to think of it.