Paddy Chayefsky chose his nickname well. He was one lucky leprechaun in possessing a modicum of talent that satisfied popular tastes while spouting pseudo-profundities, championing the common man in MARTY, expounding a shallow pacifism in THE AMERICANIZATION OF EMILY. He was also that rare screenwriter who rated a name above the title of the films he wrote, in this case "Paddy Chayefsky's NETWORK". This is not the radical manifesto against the corporate media behemoth most people take it to be. Howard Beale's cri de coeur, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more!" is an empty gesture, a Seventies rewind of genuine Sixties rebellion now cast in the politics of despair. Beale, his audience, and we the television viewers know in advance that, per saint Paddy, nothing in this world will change the morning after Beale's spiel to the nation. TV is also an easy target for any half-with it writer. Who could defend the medium Fred Allen called "chewing gum for the mind"?. Chayefsky's stand-in for the ills of modern America, the mad TV exec Diana, "television incarnate" got that way because as a child of the boob tube she knows no other reality. Are we to blame her for first casting Beale, "the mad prophet or the airwaves", and then killing him? NETWORK equate the forces of the far-left, "the Ecumenical Liberation Army" and corporate America, the banks and multinationals who own the fictional UBS Network, in being equally responsible for America's decline, with the public, burn-out zombies sitting in front of their screens, cheering its own demise. NETWORK is cynical and sophomoric when Chayefsky thinks he's being provocative and astute. Those who praise this script for foreshadowing the rise of infotainment better be prepared to accept the bleak conclusion: the future has been canceled.