I've long been a fan of Wesley Snipes, dating back to his early days discovered by Spike Lee and Abel Ferrara, and the show delightfully lets him be suave and subtle, with the obvious once-per-episode requirement of pleasing the fans by effortlessly beating the crap out of some villain. I hope it leads to a new, sophisticated roles segment of his career, perhaps filling that niche of William Powell/Warren William dapper men in evening clothes that Billy Dee Williams specialized in back in the '70s.
The show itself is cracking good, with a terrific pace, interesting back-story for our stalwart hero and even in this second episode some endearing time meted out to the life and issues of the otherwise mysterious Brit leading lady.
One bonus for me is a very odd coincidence that is fortunately benign. I bought my first muscle car in 1971 after seeing "Vanishing Point" (my favorite movie at that time): a 1972 electric blue Dodge Challenger with vinyl roof. In 1975 I traded it in for a silver Camaro.
Pilot of "The Player" featured a brand-new Challenger to get the series off to a high-speed start and I was delighted. But much to my surprise, when confronted with a chase in episode two, the player balks at taking a hybrid and instead smash & grabs a Camaro to take off in hot pursuit. It even looked like the same year model as mine, give or take. What are the odds? Sure, I'm a target viewer (not demographically as I'm old, too old for the advertisers) based on my emotional makeup, but given the myriad of muscle cars the avoidance of obvious choices like a Mustang or even a Charger is remarkable -made me feel like the show was made expressly for my private viewing.