Some days the choice between buying ramen or hitting up a psychologist isn’t really a choice as your stomach makes the decision for you. To keep your kitchen stocked with noodles here are five therapy movies you should vent to in order to keep your checking account in the black.



Whether your take away from “Trance” is that auction house robberies are easy, that you should never hit your significant other or that dating a hypnotherapist might lead to some serious consequences down the road, you’ll still end up with an enjoyable escape from this reality. Simon, an art house auctioneer, takes a potentially well deserved hit to the head by bank robbers, only to wake up missing an important memory. With enough backstabbing to make your normal family Thanksgiving feel like they’re phoning it in, this film makes you want to scream to the stars for your own primal therapy as you watch Simon try to recover what he believes to be his most valuable possession: his memory.


What About Bob?”

Venting to this movie about therapy might involve learning to deal with the glee you feel as Bob’s dependency on Dr. Leo Marvin drives the good therapist right up his own wall. As Bob speedily makes himself an essential part of the Marvin family, Leo finds himself becoming the villain in his own story. Although Bob’s version of the Heimlich maneuver on a choking Leo shouldn’t be adapted by anyone, it’s enough laugh therapy to save you a few hundred bucks in stress ball breakage from your rough week.



Its failure to win “Creepiest use of a fox “ at the dead animals award notwithstanding, “Antichrist” is serious fear therapy as the parents of a newly deceased child head out to a remote cabin for some psychotherapy. There could be a weak joke about putting the ‘psycho’ back in psychotherapy but this film is such a dark, interesting work that slighting it is a jerk move, so be prepared for the occasional turned stomach and mental shadowplay. Lars Von Trier, the writer and director, finds the pain that only a relationship can foster and deftly draws it out, allowing it to build as it overwhelms the hope the man and woman should find in each other. As they drive to the cabin, don’t trust anyone who sees the deer scene and argues that they would have done the same thing and kept going onwards to the cabin because they need to be locked up.



Although a small role, the therapist in “Flightplan” who somehow thinks that the screaming, crazy acting woman who apparently still believes her deceased daughter is alive and was kidnapped on the plane they’re both on, should be allowed an unsupervised visit to the bathroom is the kind of therapist you might want to vent to. For sure with a small amount of charisma you could get the keys to her car, or maybe borrow her vacation cabin for a few weeks,  and that makes her a great therapist or a sucker, depending on whether or not you’re a negative little monkey. A fairly standard thriller that has this wtf type moment as Jodie Foster’s character is allowed to roam free to the bathroom for you to relish in with the only truly dark scene being the one in your head as you remember the last time you flew overseas while the kid behind you serenaded your lower back with eight hours of kung fu kicks to the back of your seat, leaving you to wonder if that kid disappearing for a few hours wouldn’t be such a bad thing.


“Anger Management”

It’d be hard to deny an urge to yell, scream and plot a little friendly violence against the therapist in “Anger Management.” With his normal panache and rage inducing smirk, Jack Nicholson’s character is a cornucopia of all the targets in the world you wouldn’t mind getting a free pass to raise your voice and target your verbal battering ram at over and over. Any therapist who electroshocks his hair as he brushes his teeth is someone you can definitely vent to, or at least throw small appliances at.