I remember enjoying this when I saw it back in high school. I think it was on cable at the time, and I didn't remember most of it.
Watching it again, I have three words: Fuck. This. Movie. This is an example of how you can completely destroy your film in the last act. And specifically, the last five minutes.
I liked Holly Hunter and I really loved Albert Brooks, and Willam Hurt was great at playing the vacuous asshole. But for them to stick in that "Seven Years Later" coda, where everything--despite Hunter's repeated insistance that what Hurt did with the videotape was wrong, unethical, and she was absolutely right--seems to work out well for everyone--it kind of, well, wrecks the point of the movie, I think. Also, it runs completely against Hunter's character as established up to that point for her to even agree to take the managing editor job when Hurt makes anchor.
Bullshit. Fuck. This. Movie.
Watching it again, I have three words: Fuck. This. Movie. This is an example of how you can completely destroy your film in the last act. And specifically, the last five minutes.
I liked Holly Hunter and I really loved Albert Brooks, and Willam Hurt was great at playing the vacuous asshole. But for them to stick in that "Seven Years Later" coda, where everything--despite Hunter's repeated insistance that what Hurt did with the videotape was wrong, unethical, and she was absolutely right--seems to work out well for everyone--it kind of, well, wrecks the point of the movie, I think. Also, it runs completely against Hunter's character as established up to that point for her to even agree to take the managing editor job when Hurt makes anchor.
Bullshit. Fuck. This. Movie.
