Over the past 10 years, National Lampoon has completed the transition from dated '70s relic to the most prominent name in the field of unspeakably evil anti-comedy cinema. And while the magazine's actual involvement in such films as National Lampoon's Senior Trip, National Lampoon's Dad's Week Off, and National Lampoon's Favorite Deadly Sins may be minimal at best, the National Lampoon name will still be permanently associated with awful cable and direct-to-video comedies. True to form, The Don's Analyst is a dreadful farce about a depressed Godfather (Robert Loggia) whose concerned sons kidnap a dour psychiatrist (Kevin Pollak) to psychoanalyze their father. The plot thickens, however, when Loggia tries to leave the family business around the time Pollack starts courting Sherilyn Fenn, the wife of one of Loggia's hitmen sons. The main problem with The Don's Analyst is that its central gag—a mobster enters psychoanalysis—doesn't work. But the filmmakers seem to realize this relatively early, and try to divert attention by piling on a series of pointless, equally unfunny subplots. Adding to the movie's tone of comic desperation are its mechanical, uninspired performances: Going through the motions with all the joy and enthusiasm of community-service participants, Loggia and Pollak generate no comic chemistry together. If for some reason you have a hankering for atrocious mobster jokes, wait until Jim Abrahams' upcoming Jane Austen's Mafia, which couldn't possibly be any worse than this grotesque abortion of a comedy.