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Josephine 2022-03-23 09:01:40

To end with this film, I've watched all the American Film Institute's 100 Best American Movies and IMBD's Top 150 Movies. Fortunately, network is the last one. As a person who studied journalism, in this film, you can see all the imagination of communication and the shadow behind media management. In the 1970s, when TV gradually occupied human social life, this film made a crusade against TV. In a society without tyrants, television has become the new master. People regard news, concerns and opinions on TV as the reality around them, which is the so-called media equivalent. It still seems close to reality. Thanks to the turbulent '70s and sub-noir dramas, it's a little less visceral about journalism ethics than Ace In Hole, but it gives journalism a sharp panorama. I had to stand with my legs upright and applaud the director. The era of my AFI movie list is over, it's time to watch my own

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  • Kristian 2021-11-13 08:01:24

    When you meet a media person who can only reach a climax by thinking about the ratings, you should immediately knock her down

  • Ally 2022-03-27 09:01:04

    So profound! Most of Bourdieu's "television theory" is deeply narrated in the story of "the world's first anchor who was shot due to poor ratings". It is difficult to say whether the dominant force of mass media is capital, power or the psychological need to stand out. The age of mass media has made ratings a new ruling power.

Network quotes

  • Louise Schumacher: Do you love her?

    Max Schumacher: I don't know how I feel. I'm grateful I can feel anything.

    [his wife flinches]

    Max Schumacher: I know I'm obsessed with her.

    Louise Schumacher: Then say it. You keep telling me that you're obsessed, you're infatuated. Say that you're in love with her.

    Max Schumacher: [pauses] I'm in love with her.

  • Louise Schumacher: Then get out, go anywhere you want, go to a hotel, go live with her, and don't come back. Because, after 25 years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain that we have inflicted on each other, I'm damned if I'm going to stand here and have you tell me you're in love with somebody else. Because this isn't a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? Or - or some broad that you picked up after three belts of booze. This is your great winter romance, isn't it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it. And, if you can't work up a whit of passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance. I hurt. Don't you understand that? I hurt badly.