I wish I could write that Morning Glory is a fluffy version of Network (1972). Unfortunately Morning Glory, despite containing elements from Network (grumpy newscaster, ambitious young producer, the importance of rating), contains only the fluff stuff. It tries too hard to amuse, and guess what – it’s not working. The story is weak, Diane Keaton does what she did best over the past ten years – waste her talent on brainless comedies, Harrison Ford’s character is as shallow as today’s flat screen TVs, and Rachel McAdams, though pleasurable to watch and extremely energetic, cannot make something out of a contradictory character, that contains both cluelessness and brilliant insights. As an anecdote, credibility is another area where the film lacks – that a woman like Rachel McAdams will utter a line (paraphrasing): I finally find a guy who likes me enough to agree to have sex with me, I find incredibly silly. Here some real news for you baby – about 95% of men will sleep with you… In short, it’s not a film to bother with. If you crave a good film and do not wish to end up mad as hell, take out Network.