The idea that free-spirited creativity is a social disorder that must be cured by a well-meaning but thoroughly incompetent psychiatric establishment is the theme here, and one quite familiar to anybody who has seen One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Sean Connery was a great choice to play a blocked, womanizing writer at the core of the drama and he centers the film with his amiable exuberance. Comparisons to Cuckoo's Nest are inevitable, and this film lacks the other's stifling power and resonance, but it shares a common vision of the psychiatric profession acting as a microcosm of authoritarian abuses in society at large. Still, this is a funny and charming, much lighter satire on the same subject, energetically directed by Irvin Kirschner, and enjoyable for Connery fans in any case.

Samson Shillitoe (Sean Connery) is a frustrated poet and a ladies' man in NYC. He's hounded for alimony payments and threatened with jail. His live-in supportive waitress girlfriend Rhoda (Joanne Woodward) gets him a poetry reading gig at a high-class ladies group and it goes badly. She sends him to psychiatrist Dr. West to fix his writer's block. Samson wants his money back but West directs him to a sanitarium for some peace and quiet. Dr. Menken wants to perform a lobotomy on him.

Samson is bitter and angry. It's very unBondlike. In other ways, he's very Bond. He's not likable either way. The movie has a couple of slapstick scenes that border on comedy. It's a strange little film showing Connery in a different light.