Frankie (Berry) puts herself under the care of a psychotherapist, played by Stellan Skarsgard in his lovable eccentric mode, making the picture feel all the more like an unintentional, nudity-free companion piece to Lars von Trier's Nymphomaniac. (Speaking of such things, the Frankie character being a stripper may be factually accurate, but it doesn't really figure into the movie's themes, and it's easy to suspect it was a happy conjunction of historical fidelity with prurient interests.) Frankie & Alice is lurid — again, she's a stripper — and occasionally silly in the way that so many multiple-personality stories wind up being. It never quite shakes the feeling of being Berry's self-conscious return to respectability after a decade of Catwomen and X-Men. Still, it's occasionally imaginative and, more important, never boring.