It was once thought that the President of the U.S. of A. was the loneliest man on earth. Now he has an analyst with a top-secret clearance to talk to. James Coburn, riding high on the glorious Flint movies, Our Man… and In Like…, takes on the Freudian chores as Dr. Sidney Schaefer, therapist to the Prez, who realizes that even mumbling in his sleep “violates the National Security Act.” At first delighted to peer into the head of state, the Doc soon acquires a case of rollicking paranoia, brought on by the Chief's constant classified confessions. But just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean there's no one after you. Flicker's fab flick veers giddily into a ribald spoof about sixties culture, pasting everything from hirsute hippies high on flower power to loony suburban liberals with gun fetishes. The President's Analyst will definitely make you feel better about yourself.