Most critics like Giant, and the praise gathers around two things: the scale and James Dean. From the first notices onwards it is treated as a large, serious picture about Texas, oil and money, and several reviews credit it with unusual directness on racism for its period. Stevens’ handling of landscape, dissolves and blocking is admired, and Dean’s Jett Rink is named again and again as the performance to watch, with Taylor and Hudson praised more evenly.
The reservations gather around length. Nearly every review, including the warm ones, mentions the three-hour-plus running time; the mixed and negative ones find it plodding, heavy-handed about the American Dream and closer to soap opera than epic. The spread is wide. Variety and The New York Times are among the strongest notices, while The New Yorker, in the same week, finds it rambling and elementary, and Slant Magazine dismisses it as long and boring.
