How does an attractively neurotic, intellectually vain New Yorker (Chris Eigeman, a familiar presence in the movies of Whit Stillman) learn to allow himself to be happy with a beautiful, wealthy, interested young widow (Famke Janssen) and her two kids? In one minuscule, New Yorker magazine-centric part of the world, he turns to the handyman of choice: a stern psychoanalyst (Ian Holm). The filmmaking is rudimentary in The Treatment, Oren Rudavsky's adaptation of Daniel Menaker's novel, but the feeling for the patient-and-shrink dynamic is authentic. And Holm makes a colorful Freudian who may be more fantasy than real.

