Path: utzoo!utgpu!news-server.csri.toronto.edu!rpi!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!lll-winken!telecom-request From: bill@rose3.rosemount.com (William Hawkins) Newsgroups: comp.dcom.telecom Subject: Re: Movie Review: The President's Analyst Message-ID: Date: 6 Jun 91 04:00:07 GMT Sender: Telecom@eecs.nwu.edu Organization: TELECOM Digest Lines: 27 Approved: Telecom@eecs.nwu.edu X-Submissions-To: telecom@eecs.nwu.edu X-Administrivia-To: telecom-request@eecs.nwu.edu X-Telecom-Digest: Volume 11, Issue 436, Message 3 of 11 You happen to be talking about a truly classic Coburn spoof, not some mediocre effort. This is one of my favorite movies (the other one is High Society, or maybe Forbidden Planet ... but, I digress). The funniest spoof starts in a scene without words. The President's analyst is aboard a yacht, having been rescued from the FBI (who had orders to kill him) by the Russian spy. When he awakens from a drugged sleep, he finds a loaded gun left over from the previous struggle. He picks up the gun - and the most interesting grin spreads across his face. He puts the gun down, and the next thing you know, he has talked the Russian spy into admitting that he hates his father. The spy then wants to keep him out of trouble so he can be cured by analysis. Coburn and the spy are heading back into the States when they have the trouble with the phone booth while trying to call Godfrey Cam- bridge, the CIA spy. Obtelecom: When Coburn is rescued from the phone booth, while in Telephone Central (with lots of armed guards - did the real PC ever used armed guards within a facility?) he goes over to the bland, smiling, businessman who said he was the head of TPC, but went quiet when the power failed. In the back of his right shoe heel, he finds a standard (tip and ring, round) phone plug and cord leading away. The movie ends with a Christmas get-together of heros and heroines, and then pans back to show a view of the scene on a screen in Telephone Central, being watched by a whole lot of bland, smiling businessmen, with cords coming out of their right heels. Great stuff!