Most critics like it, and the praise clusters around Paul Brickman’s direction and Tom Cruise. Reviewers repeatedly note that this is a teen sex comedy behaving like something else: a satire of American money-making with a contemplative, near-noir mood, helped by the Tangerine Dream score and Bruce Surtees’s photography. Cruise’s Joel is singled out again and again as a star being born, and several reviews single out Rebecca De Mornay’s Lana as the sharpest thing in it.
The spread is wide. Three of twelve reviews are negative, and the dissent has a pattern: the doubters think the film endorses the greed it claims to mock. Variety accuses Brickman of trying to have it both ways; Collider calls it wish-fulfilment rather than satire. The New Yorker finds it glossy and vacuous after a lively opening, and The New York Times thinks the hero’s troubles hold little interest for anyone else. Later reappraisals, written around the restoration, are markedly warmer than the reviews of 1983.
