I return to my dear Atom Egoyan again , after a long time. I can't believe that he was able to make all those wonderful movies with a great themes, great actors and great soundtracks. This film is very good, keep your attention for 100%.

This was a great experience until the balloon popped in a lame ending.A murder mystery that jumps between periods at the drop of a hat as we follow a comedy duo's involvement in the discovery of a body in the bath of their hotel suite.It's very twisty, but entertaining too, so I was happy to keep the cogs whirring in my brain as I tried to figure it out. Sadly the cogs span too fast, and I was way down Mulholland Dr when the director forced me into a U-turn and back to an Agatha Christie style reveal.My problem was I thought I spotted some synchronicity between the victim's age, the time lapse on Firth's decision to write, the victim's would-be age at the time her mother spoke, and the year in which the victim's father and the reporter's father died. Reporter is the victim's sister, and she's in some delusional revenge nightmare! Has to be, especially with the Lynchian through-the-looking-glass moment of Alice on stage. And the title screams Unreliable Narrator. Yes?Nope. I had to ditch that and listen to Madame Poirot explain the plot in every, earnest detail.Most of it was great, some good laughs, but a big fat disappointment.

We have to take a lot for granted when we watch movies. Everyone knows this but there is only so much you can take before the mind clicks off. This happened to me ten minutes in. The premise is daft to the point of risible. A comic duo are presented to the audience as the biggest thing in show biz. But this is ridiculous. It could never have been in the period in which this film is set. When radio was king it was different. And there is more. This duo has one comic who is English. Like Laurel and Hardy? Martin and Lewis were big but no one ran screaming after them. Women did not faint with excitement like they did for Frank Sinatra, and they do here. The film hinges on the comic duo being the hottest show in town, so much so that an attempt to blackmail them leads to dire consequences. I tried to follow the shifting root of the plot but found myself saying again and again, this simply does not add up. There's plenty of soft porn and a short lesbian scene thrown in to keep the punters happy. And a little attempted sodomy for good measure. The lobsters in the ice box are great. I have seen to movies by Atom and both have been blown up as great by the press. I pass. A movie for 17 year old boys.

"Having to be a nice guy is the toughest job in the world when you're not."Where the Truth Lies is pretty decent mystery/thriller that I probably would have never seen if it didn't have Alison Lohman in it. I'm glad I did, though, because I liked it quite a bit. More than I expected to.The story is about a young journalist in the 1970's (Lohman) who is charged with writing a book about a two-man song & dance showbiz act that she idolized as a kid. There's a mystery about a girl who mysteriously died in their hotel room in the 50's, and as she learns more about the two men (played by Kevin Bacon and Colin Firth) and the incident of the woman's death, she finds out secrets that may be best left uncovered.I thought the plot was pretty good, though it perhaps had one more twist than was wanted or necessary. All of the main actors did a fine job, and worked well together. I have to mention that this movie is unrated (at least, the version I watched), and there's plenty of sex and nudity. Not to the extent of what you can find on Cinemax on any given night or anything like that, but how much you enjoy seeing Alison Lohman naked (or Kevin Bacon's butt, for the ladies) will probably influence your opinion of the movie. Let's just say that I had no complaints.If you're looking for a way to spend a few hours in front of the couch, you could do a lot worse than Where the Truth Lies. For an under the radar movie, I thought it was solid and entertaining.