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- Apr. 13, 1992: Critic Picks Slick Flick Pic
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- Apr. 13, 1992 Campus of the Future
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CINEMA, Page 70
- Critic Picks Slick Flick Pic
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- <p>By RICHARD CORLISS
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>THE PLAYER</l>
- <l>Directed by Robert Altman</l>
- <l>Screenplay by Michael Tolkin</l>
- </qt>
- <p> Was Citizen Kane a box-office blockbuster? Did Jean Renoir
- get gross profit points on La Grande Illusion? And Fellini, did
- he go way over budget on 8 1/2?
- </p>
- <p> The answers are No, No, and Who cares. Generations of
- directors, on Hollywood's movie-factory treadmill and in
- Europe's atelier system, made movies without having to fret that
- $100 million was riding on the outcome. And generations of
- moviegoers were privileged to sit in the innocence of a dark
- theater without having to study the list of weekend grosses like
- a tout sheet. Who knew, back then, what pictures hit and what
- flopped?
- </p>
- <p> Griffin Mill, the hero of the delicate and corrosive new
- movie The Player, knows and cares. Mill (Tim Robbins) is the
- Vice President in Charge of Abusing Writers at a Hollywood
- studio. He knows the game, and his bosses know he knows it; he
- is, in the parlance, a player. And when Mill receives
- threatening notes from one of his writers, he can play rough.
- He tracks down a suspect (Vincent D'Onofrio) and puts him in
- turnaround. He immediately woos the writer's tawny girlfriend
- (Greta Scacchi) and dumps his own. No screaming, no remorse.
- Business.
- </p>
- <p> In the movie business, perception is reality because "all
- rumors are true." An executive will go to A.A. meetings not
- because he is an alcoholic but because "that's where all the
- deals are being made." Michael Tolkin's script abounds in such
- cynical wisdom, but it never loses an appreciation for the grace
- with which these snakes consume their victims. Robert Altman,
- whom Hollywood has both favored (in his M*A*S*H days) and
- dismissed (over the past decade), directs the bright carnage
- with an assurance that only a hard-hided survivor can provide.
- He is like St. Sebastian, plucking the arrows from his body and
- flinging them back, like gentle javelins, at the infidels.
- </p>
- <p> The Player has already caused a stir in Hollywood, thanks
- to its smart tone, its veiled references to industry figures
- and its imposing cast of walk-on stars (dozens, and big ones).
- Will this all seem too insidey to the public? Maybe not. The
- decade-long spotlighting of the movie industry--on
- Entertainment Tonight, in newspapers and best sellers--has
- taught the mass audience that film production is a spectator
- sport. Like any other modern sport, it trades in money and
- celebrity, scandal and sex appeal; it has big winners and
- losers, all playing for high stakes, which they are happy to
- drive into their opponents' little black hearts. To them,
- Griffin Mill is not a parody; he is a patron saint.
- </p>
- <p> But to speculate on whether Altman's movie will be a hit
- is to surrender to the players' game: to judge a film's success
- by its grosses. It is this fascination with the B.O. bull's-eye
- that strikes timidity in so many directors. In every frame of
- their work you can smell the fear of failure, the anxiety of
- losing for even a moment the rooting interest of the moviegoing
- mob.
- </p>
- <p> Altman is beyond all that. His view is Olympian. His
- camera, prowling like a house dick on roller skates, challenges
- you to find the crucial detail in each corner of an
- eight-minute opening shot. Pay attention, he says; be an adult.
- Watch the gorgeous gargoyles in the fun-house mirror, and you'll
- see more than the people who make movies stink. You might catch
- a glimpse of your own compromised self. Hey, babe, these days
- we're all players.
- </p>
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