Dr. Freud discovers psychotherapy, hypnotism and free association--cribbing terms and ideas from his patients, girlfriend and mother along the way. Low-budget comedy is so clumsy and inept, it almost looks like a bad foreign film. It was a good idea to pair Bud Cort with Carol Kane--both run on the same type of irreverent energy--and Carroll Baker is a hoot as Freud's mother, but the biggest surprise is Marisa Berenson as a scheming patient of Freud's who turns every man into a paying customer(Berenson is just winging it here, but she's clearly relishing the opportunity to play a wicked vixen). The lighting and cinematography(if you can actually call it that)is so poor that the actors look chalky and pasty--deadly for a pseudo-bawdy comedy. It's hard to laugh when everyone looks so pallid.
