The reviews are uniformly favourable. Robert Redford’s direction takes most of the credit, for turning a footnote in 1950s television history into a drama about complicity and the price of fame without letting it turn ponderous. Paul Attanasio’s screenplay is praised for its wit and its grip on the period, and the performances are singled out repeatedly, with Ralph Fiennes and Paul Scofield named most often. Several critics read it as a story about America losing something, respect for intelligence or plain innocence, to the ratings.
The spread is narrow; nobody dislikes the film, and the lower scores come from critics who find it slightly less than it wants to be. The New Yorker thinks it does not fully sell its ideas about class, and The Independent finds it overlong, with some shapeless scenes. Consequence argues the film is more forgiving of television than its reputation suggests, and that the network executive’s defence of the rigging is meant to land.
