I liked the play, or book version a lot better than the Oliver Stone adaption for movie. It’s funny how Bogosian meshed real life events from the shock jock who was murdered into the film version. It was a nice Hollywood ending with total closure, but we all saw it coming.
Doctor Susan Flemming’s show opening comments were ironic and hilarious, a perfect example of the kind of meticulous lament that Barry Champlain had ended his show so furious over. My one qualm about the movie is that everything happened so unrealistically in the span of one night. A syndication deal, a special guest stoner, a death threat, and a murder? The book was great because it harked on the details of Champlain’s personality and the general atmosphere in the studio. The plot that was added to the movie unfortunately dragged the story’s theme farther from the insides of the talk show host’s head which is where all the charm lies in Bogosian’s story.