At this point, there’s really only one person who can properly decipher the motives of our shamed ex-Governor and one-time box office king – his fellow Austrian Sigmund Freud. Of course, the real Freud died in 1939, but this is Hollywood, so the good news is there are any number of other Freud’s to choose from for a candid, heartfelt low-budget sit-down in the vein of My Dinner with Andre.
For what it’s worth, our casting suggestion is Liev Schreiber. The actor provided the voice of Freud for a 2002 PBS documentary about the critical thinker’s early life, and at this stage would seem to possess the right amount of performer gravitas.
In the tentatively titled My Dinner with Siggy, our former good guy Governor could gain insight from the erudite Freud about how his crazy actions were driven by the Id, ego, superego, and other celebrated Sigmund tenets. This premise may seem half-baked, but the idea of transposing early 20th century greats into a celluloid concoction worked just fine at Cannes earlier this month for Woody Allen. Exactly thirteen years after the filmmaker was mired in a household sex scandal as unbelievable as the one currently strudel-ing Arnie.