Most critics greet The Sting as a witty, good-natured con comedy whose pleasures depend on careful craft. Praise clusters around Newman and Redford’s rapport, the intricate screenplay and George Roy Hill’s controlled direction. The reviews repeatedly credit the chaptered storytelling and elaborate swindle with keeping the entertainment lively, while the 1930s settings and Scott Joplin music contribute much of its charm. For most critics, the polish is central to the pleasure of watching the scheme unfold.
Reservations concern length and how much warmth lies beneath that professionalism. Eye for Film enjoys the performances and direction but finds that the film occasionally drags. Time Out offers the clearest dissent, admiring the period detail while finding the familiar formula somewhat soulless. The spread is largely between enthusiasm and qualified enjoyment: most critics welcome the calculated construction, while a minority find it overextended or emotionally thin.
