It's amazing the number of directors who try to make fun of "the golden age of radio." Woody Allen's done it, and David Lynch tried the same thing for the early days of TV in his "On the Air." The big problem with this film is the attempt to copy the rapid-fire dialog of the Marx Brothers's movies. Even the Marxes had to learn to slow it down; their films only became popular when they learned to slow down so that people could finish laughing.
There are good comic performances here (look for Bobcat Goldthwait and Christopher Lloyd) but they're swamped as everyone else tries to slam out lines like Walter Winchell on crack. Perhaps it was Lucas's influence that insisted on cramming more and more on the screen, as if set dressing would substitute for real wit and humanity.
The one good thing I can recommend is the soundtrack to this movie; the score is evocative, and the theme song "Love Is On The Air" should have been the theme song to a better movie.
There are good comic performances here (look for Bobcat Goldthwait and Christopher Lloyd) but they're swamped as everyone else tries to slam out lines like Walter Winchell on crack. Perhaps it was Lucas's influence that insisted on cramming more and more on the screen, as if set dressing would substitute for real wit and humanity.
The one good thing I can recommend is the soundtrack to this movie; the score is evocative, and the theme song "Love Is On The Air" should have been the theme song to a better movie.