5.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Szenzáció remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have any interest in the history of journalism or just enjoy movies where people talk way too fast while wearing fedoras, you will probably dig this. It’s got that specific, snappy energy you don't really see anymore. But if you’re looking for a modern, polished flick where every plot thread is tied up with a bow? Stay away. You will likely find it loud and confusing.
The whole thing feels like a race that never ends. There is this one scene where a reporter is literally tripping over his own words trying to get a story out, and honestly, I felt exhausted just watching him. It’s not elegant, but it’s real.
The office scenes are pure chaos. People are shouting, papers are flying, and there is this underlying sense that nobody has slept in three days. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in The Treasure Runt, though maybe a bit less focused on the comedy and more on the sheer panic of the deadline.
Also, I couldn't stop looking at the desks. They’re absolutely covered in paper. Like, an unhealthy amount. Who works like that? It makes you miss the days when people just typed on machines and smoked in the office without anyone caring.
There is this moment where the lead actor just stops talking and stares out the window. It lasts for maybe four seconds too long, and for a second, the whole movie loses its steam. It’s actually my favorite part. It’s so humanly awkward.
It’s not a masterpiece. Sometimes it feels like the director just let the camera roll and hoped for the best. But that’s fine. I don't need every scene to be perfect. I just want to feel like I’m in the room with these people, even if they are driving me up the wall. 📰