Holly Hunter is a dynamo.
The Oscar-winning actress, one of the best of my lifetime, crackles with energy in every role she plays, snapping her dialogue with a twang.
One of her best is this very funny, but also pretty scathing indictment of network TV news.
Hunter is in the middle of a triangle between upright but uptight Albert Brooks and slick but facile William Hurt, but she’s not defined by merely being a love interest.
She makes one man, and breaks another, finds peace with both decisions, while emerging, once again, as the smartest person in the room.