Judge said he hated making this movie, because studio suits kept telling him how much they hated the rushes. The incredible plainness of setting a movie in office parks, strip malls, and a cheap slapdash apartment complex creates such a painfully non-descript look, and they probably reacted to that. They gave him a famous glamorous actress, and he gives them back a movie that looks like an Office Depot commercial. As a depreesed white-collar shnook feeling my thinning hair scraping a glass ceiling, with no ambition to climb over it anyhow, answering to too many bosses I don't respect, I found the commentary on contemporary office culture really incisive. I gave it nine staplers. Subtle small shots like them walking across the grassy drainage depression to go from Initech to Chotchkie's were worth a stapler or two in itself. I gave it nine staplers and then I burned the theater down.