preppy-3 Dr. Sidney Schaefer (James Coburn) is picked to be the analyst for the president (never shown or named). However the president's problems begin to affect Schaefer and he gets paranoid and wants to escape from his job and life. He does--but secret agents from all over the world are out to get him because he knows so much...This was not a big hit when it came out. My guess is that it was TOO strong for its time--a lot of severe editing happened before it was even released and it was butchered in initial TV showings. But now it's been released uncut and it's been regarded as a classic. The movie is quick, powerful and never stops moving. It basically goes after everybody--the CIA, the FBI, liberals, conservatives, Russians...you name it. It's not really THAT offensive in today's climate (and it is very dated in some respects) but I can only imagine the reaction this got in 1967. The cast is dead on target. Godfrey Cambridge is amusing in a supporting role as is Joan Darling. William Daniels is downright hilarious in his small role. But Coburn holds this together. He's engaging, charismatic and full of life and energy. He's such a likable character you're rooting for him all the way. Every time he flashed that amazing grin I was grinning too! Fast, funny, loads of fun. Sadly I don't think Coburn lived long enough to see this appreciated (he passed away in 2002). It's still not well known but VERY much worth seeking out. Recommended.

Merwyn Grote My lasting view of Soviet-U.S. relations was clearly defined after watching THE PRESIDENT'S ANALYST. Soviet spy/assassin V.I. Kydor Kropotkin, played by Severn Darden, explains to kidnapped American psychiatrist Dr. Sidney Schaefer, played by the irrepressible James Coburn: "Logic is on our side: this isn't a case of a world struggle between two divergent ideologies, of different economic systems. Every day your country becomes more socialistic and mine becomes more capitalistic. Pretty soon we will meet in the middle and join hands." Beautiful, simple logic, clearly stated in a whacked-out, slightly psychedelic satirical farce about Cold War paranoia. A gem of genius in a world gone mad.Of course, it didn't pan out that way. The U.S.S.R., trying to maintain its communistic ideology in a world of blissful capitalistic greed, just couldn't keep up and went bankrupt -- financially, morally, socially and politically -- long before the great day of unification could arrive. If only the Reds had made THE PRESIDENT'S ANALYST required viewing, maybe they could have hung in there just a tad longer. Of course, the U.S. still continues to slip-slide to the left, but, oh well, that's politics.Coburn stars as the title character, a New York psychiatrist who lands the plum job of being the confidant to the President of the United States, who basically needs a shoulder to cry on before the job drives him looney tunes. At first, Coburn is elated at his new job, but soon he learns that a President's life isn't an easy one -- nor is the life of his shrink. But worse, the things that the good doctor learns under physician-patient confidentiality are a valuable commodity in international espionage circles. Thus, some people want to kidnap him and brainwash him for his secrets -- others just want him dead. Dr Schaefer suffers a bit of a nervous breakdown and hits the road; a gaggle of spies in hot pursuit.You'd be hard pressed to come up with a political satire more quintessentially sixties than Theodore J. Flicker's THE PRESIDENT'S ANALYST; giddily spaced out and always flirting with being just a little too silly and a little too over the top. It's a 1967 political satire made in the days before political satire became mean and strident. I mean, the unseen "president" in the title is treated with surprising respect, even though it would be fair to assume that he might be LBJ, hardly a man who endeared himself to anybody. Politics and political satire became surprisingly mean and vindictive from the Nixon years on, but a film like THE PRESIDENT'S ANALYST retains a sense of mischief rather than malice.As such, the film exists in something of a protective bubble of style. It is very sixties in tone -- dreamy pop-rock music in the score, a vaguely anti-establishment attitude, etc. -- yet, though the sexual revolution is just taken for granted, there isn't a mention of Viet Nam, anti-war protests, social unrest or anything too real that might distract from the superficial style and goofy story. Unlike, say DR. STRANGELOVE, the sardonic comedy isn't threatened by the gravity of its dark subject matter.As a spy movie, the film is sort of anti-James Bond; by the time it gets around to the high-tech shenanigans about a plot to control the world, it has already taken a good-natured look at everything from suburbia to rock 'n' roll. There aren't any Connery-esquire Bond types -- or even anyone like Coburn's own Derek Flint -- rather the superspies the film offers tend to be chubby and middle-aged, with a cheerfully pragmatic view of their profession. Indeed, America's top agent is played by roly-poly African-American comedian Godfrey Cambridge. And though practically everyone in the film turns out to be a secret agent, the film gleefully works to avoid as many spy clichés as possible, and only surrenders to the clichés that can be gently mocked.The film has that giddy air of laid-back sophistication that suggests that it was created by smart people, all of whom were just a little bit high on some sort of illegal substance. Rather than having the martini-sipping, Playboy magazine-style of cool detachment of Bond, the film goes for the trippy, brownies-munching cool disenchantment of Sgt. Pepper. With a bit of MAD Magazine's "Spy vs. Spy" tossed in. The result is as amusing as it is thought provoking. And it is a sensational solution to the hostility problem -- assuming, of course, you don't already have a license to kill.

drystyx There are those who will call this a cult classic, and those who will be a bit bored. The truth is probably somewhere in between. This is a cult movie, to be sure, with very dry humor, about the president'ts psychologist, and all the powerful groups who try to kidnap him, use him, or, in most cases, kill him. Coburn plays the title character, and he is along for the ride. The big scene involves the most entertaining stereotypes of the time, the peace loving hippies in a field, practicing love, unaware that an assassination or two or three or maybe more is about to take place. The laughs are well earned, but pretty sparse. It is more of a satire than a bust out laughing comedy. It's hard to know what frame of mind a person should be in to sit down and watch this movie. Possibly at a small party where the movie plays while people talk and give an occasional glance. Still, the movie deserves more than that. Like most cult classics, it has a surreal quality about, but unlike more successful ones, it doesn't develop the stereotypical characters all that much. However, there are a few instances, such as the government man being analyzed by Coburn and telling of his childhood experience. But there aren't a lot of these revealing scenes. Most of the characters are clownish (in a dark way.) The movie has a lot of appeal to it. It would be better with more hysterical scenes, but it works as dry wit. Maybe not for the more impatient viewer.

Bob O`Bob This just may be the best movie ever made about "The Phone Company", and now, in 2006, it is perhaps more important than ever. Back in 1967 it was a fantasy and a comedy, but today in the real news (and more importantly, in people's billing statements) it's more of a tragedy.Okay, fine - so that's really a topical 2006 joking interpretation, but I always felt this was a comedy classic, and I really do think it might do 2006 society a little good to have a laugh, and then give a thought about what, it seems, might be happening all over again. The prophetic view of everyone, everywhere, being connected wirelessly has now almost happened. Can we really be sure the evil parts aren't happening too?It's silly, it's imaginative to the point of fantastical (for 1967 anyway) and now it's practically topical all over again.