REVIEWED BY JOANNE KAUFMAN
Poor Griffin Mill—once a mover in Los Angeles—is down to his last 6 million dollars, and that isn't the worst of it in Tolkin's sharply observed sequel to The Player. Mill's personal life is a shambles (he's impotent and looking at a divorce) and his professional life is in ruins (he's just lost his power job as a studio exec). Now, perhaps unwisely, he's joined up with a Mephistophelean heavy hitter and—oh yes—just pulled off his second murder. The plot isn't as shiny fresh as The Player's, but Tolkin's still got a firm hold on Tinseltown's fluttery pulse.