This is not a story of Sigmund Freud and C. S. Lewis. It's a fictional narrative of an American's (presumably agnostic) imaginary conversation between his fictional idea of Freud and Lewis. The author obvious knew very little about either Lewis or Freud, and promoted several unfounded myths about each, as fact.
While Matthew Goode is a fine actor, he played the role in a very un-British way (I'm assuming this is because both the writer and director are both American, and Goode was limited by this) and lacked the British, specifically oxbridge, calm dignity.
Hopkins, as well, seemed to lack the more harsh Austrian personality that would have made the dialogue much more believable.
In the end it's not a study of Freud or Lewis, but of the imagination of the author, which I found seriously lacking.
While Matthew Goode is a fine actor, he played the role in a very un-British way (I'm assuming this is because both the writer and director are both American, and Goode was limited by this) and lacked the British, specifically oxbridge, calm dignity.
Hopkins, as well, seemed to lack the more harsh Austrian personality that would have made the dialogue much more believable.
In the end it's not a study of Freud or Lewis, but of the imagination of the author, which I found seriously lacking.