The reviews are almost entirely warm, and the praise lands in the same two places: James L. Brooks’s screenplay and the acting. Critics credit the script with catching a Washington news bureau at full panic and with seeing early where television news is heading, towards entertainment and away from substance. Holly Hunter’s anxious producer is the performance most often singled out, with Albert Brooks’s repressed, truth-telling reporter close behind. Several critics note that the romance matters less than the characters’ devotion to their jobs, and treat that as the point.
The spread is narrow. Only The New Yorker sits in the mixed column, finding the dialogue witty but the direction episodic and closer to television than cinema. Among the admirers, the recurring complaint is a soft centre and a weak epilogue, raised by Empire, Time Out and Slant. Later reappraisals run noticeably hotter than the notices from the film’s release, which are appreciative but more measured.
