Network. This film grabbed three Oscars for best actor, best actress and best screenplay in 1976, but it wasn't much of a year. The best thing about this movie about the shenanigans behind the evening news at UBS is commentator Peter Finch's letter-perfect imitation of Eric Sevareid. But once you get over your amusement at that stentorian phrasing you find nothing. This film is as sterile as a 30-second clip of Amy Carter walking to her integrated school. Faye Dunaway won her Oscar for Chinatown, not this lemon. Peter Finch is dead, and far be it from me to talk about the dead. A dignified William Holden as network news chief comes off rather like a Shetland pony in an 8 x 11 porno still--he looks more dignified than the questionable debutantes around him. Paddy Chayevsky's script is polemical, cliched, and like most tracts, boring. Watch Cronkite.