Freud (1962) review

Thirty-year-old Austrian neurologist Sigmund Freud (Montgomery Clift) is interested in the subconscious mind and the influence it has on human existence but clashes with his fellow physicians, so he travels to Paris to learn about hysteria from Dr. Jean-Marin Charcot (Fernand Ledoux), marries Martha (Susan Kohner), finds an ally in Dr. Josef Breuer (Larry Parks) and then the two of them partner up to treat deeply neurotic Cecily (Susannah York).  I appreciate that Huston, working off a script credited to Charles Kaufman and Wolfgang Reinhardt (the original draft was penned by none other than Jean-Paul Sartre), takes the father of psychoanalysis seriously - and Clift's performance is quite sincere (he had a few demons of his own) - but the picture is unfortunately stretched out to the point where it becomes tedious (I saw the 140 minute cut) and it treats therapy like it's a kind of "parlor trick" that magically snaps the patient "out of it."  Huston tries to "mix it up" by tossing in some "dream sequences," but he's too much of a realist for those to work effectively.  Freud is one of the most cited scholars in all of history, but he seems to have fallen out of favor in modern times by academics ... yet I still hold him as a personal hero: he may not have been right about everything, but he was certainly onto something.