Noisy and overdone satire on the unhealthiness of television culture and how it has (or will) change our entire emotional system – apparently. What might have seemed as a pinpointed catharsis in 1976, comes off as an unnuanced damnation today. There are interesting aspect and observations, but the film is filled with dubious politics and suggestions – such as letting the ambitious career women take the blame for the unchristian callousness of the modern society, while the old unfaithful men stand firm as the logical salubrity by their side. The unanimously hailed acting is uneven to say the least. The characters all take turns yelling at us, sometimes for no particular reason. If it were only funny. The best performance belongs to Beatrice Straight, who touches something genuine during her five minutes. She easily outshines the rather shallow work by Dunaway, Holden and Beatty, whereas Duvall and Finch at least convey a touching restrained vulnerability and a burst of energy, respectively.