Most critics rate The Player highly, and the praise clusters in the same places. Altman’s direction is called sharp, assured and unusually good-natured for a satire of the business that employs him, and Michael Tolkin’s script is credited with giving him a clear target for every barb. The eight-minute opening tracking shot comes up in nearly every review as the film’s calling card, admired both as a technical feat and as a joke at the expense of showy filmmaking. Tim Robbins’s studio executive is singled out again and again, and the parade of stars playing themselves is treated as a pleasure rather than a gimmick.
The spread is narrow, with one real dissent. The Los Angeles Times finds the murder plot and Robbins’s performance underpowered next to the satire around them, and the New York Times, though positive, calls it a skin-deep morality tale. The Skinny warns that Altman’s slow pace and long takes will not suit everyone. Nobody disputes that the satire lands.
