4.5/5 - As sharp of a satirical razor blade today as it was back in the seventies. Cuts right through the post-cold war turmoil and political scandals of the time to bring forth all the socioeconomic alienation of the common american people, who vented all of their troubles and doubts into the little, green-colored square box around which their entire living rooms converged around. This is cinema as a weapon!
Before "Talk Radio" there was a movie that used TV media as a tool for sociological observations and beyond. It was not only about everyday habits of the casual viewer, but it also reached behind a curtain - only to present a world without nations, countries or ideology. And it managed to conclude it in self-ironic dark humor where jokes are on entertainers and those who are entertained.
This the second time I watched this movie. In the first viewing, I think NETWORK is a satire to television program & its world. Faye Dunaway, William Holden, Peter Finch, & Robert Duvall did a terrific job in this movie. Together they could showed us the ugly side of television. Then came the second viewing and it more frightened me. Because everything that happened in NETWORK came true. It's some sort of premonition
I came to the film with a lot of expectations, so was bound to be disappointed. It's probably better than my first impressions and deserving of another look. I was not taken by the performances and felt nothing for the characters; nor did I find the satire all that clever.
A deeply disturbing prediction of what is happening behind the scenes at TV stations today. It could be seen as a black satire, but feels more like a real-life drama now. It is full of great dialogue and memorable quotes with some strong acting especially from the men and Beatrice Straight has a fantastic scene. Faye Dunaway is a little overrated here though but gorgeous as always.
The acting, the screenplay, and especially the monologues. This is an important movie for me and my life. It articulates something about the experience of being human in the modern age..something deep in the pit of my stomach, maybe our collective stomach, that is both so easy and so hard to put into language. Well, at least for me. It knows something of at least my experience, my stomach.