This movie is best watched as a precursor to Paddy Chayefsky’s later masterpiece Network. So many elements are the same in both films, yet this somehow feels dated. Network, even though equally rife with 70s references, is still prophetic. Unlike Network, this movie shoots for realism, so the satire isn’t as biting. The whodunnit elements fall flat. And George C. Scott is a little over-the-top here, too. But some of the rants are fabulous. I’m being a little generous with my grade, but overall I was engaged in the movie, even though I knew it kinda blew.