Lying on a divan with his shirt loose, blanket tucked high, exuding sweet vulnerability, Michael Kitchen looks positively dreamy here as the afflicted Professor von Fleischl. He’s sampling a cocaine concoction Freud has given to him in the belief that it will alleviate his debilitating symptoms.
“You know, I’m beginning to feel quite transported already,” he remarks minutes after downing the drink.
Not a fan of facial hair, but the face under that beard is gorgeous. Don’t suppose we’ll see the naked MK getting out of the tub??
No, sorry, not going there. Too risqué for this blog.