It is simply not adequately motivated. When it happens, it seems quite arbitrary, making us aware of plot mechanics instead of filling us with admiration. It is just as contrived as the contract on his life. What's even worse is the way his transformation is received. This is sheer farce carpentry, on a different plane from the gravity of Bulworth's utterance s, especially since his language on TV is laced with words that no network would, as yet, carry.
Rap music is anger music, hate music.
Bulworth, slightly crazed, is trying to dramatize this basic truth in his very being. But his story's structure impedes him. Christine Baranski, as Mrs. Bulworth, is her usual valuable self, pungent and unique. Nina is the exquisite Halle Berry, every bit as persuasive as she needs to be. Jack Warden as an old pol, Paul Sorvino as a tycoon lobbyist, Oliver Platt as Bulworth's right hand, are all reliable craftsmen, always welcome.