Review – The President’s Analyst

Like a drunken co-worker at a Christmas party who’s nowhere near as funny as he thinks he is, this is just embarrassing to watch. James Coburn plays the title character, poking way over-broad fun at the psychiatric fads of the late 60s as well as the Cold War paranoia of the era. For some strange reason the fact that this guy knows the President’s secret neuroses makes the world’s intel agencies want him dead. Naturally he has a paranoia-intensive nervous breakdown. By midway through a mess of hippies get thrown into the mix, and things continue to go downhill from there. For every moderately clever moment – and in all fairness, there are a few – there are dozens of jokes that fall flat, generally because they’re so broadly farcical that they insult the intelligence of all but the dimmest members of the audience. And I thought In Like Flint was bad. See if desperate