Watchable
- but only up until the point when the camera pans down on Bacon’s
buttocks or Colin Firth’s canoodled love handles, the striving (so
ambitious it seems to have stolen the theme music from Basic Instinct
and a couple of plot devices from other, better movies) film centres on
a young journalist (Lohman) who is writing a story on a comedy two-act
from the 50s - Lanny Morris (Kevin Bacon) and Vince Collins (Colin
Firth), who we’re informed we’re the most beloved entertainers in
America. Though still quite popular all these years later, the
journalist is much more interested in uncovering the truth behind a
moment in their past when a dead girl (played by Rachel Blanchard) was
found in their bathtub. Rumour has it that they – or one of them – was
involved in her murder, but it was never proven. Now, the investigative
young cub seeks out the men – tricking them into believing she’s
someone else, so that they’ll give up the goods – to get the bottom of
the story… and in turn, feel just how silky the sheets are on their
mattress. Cue the unnecessary wanton sex-scenes…. And prep the
airsickness bags. This film wants to be so much…. It wants to be
compelling, it wants to be sexy, it wants to be thrilling and it wants
to be original. Unfortunately, it’s none of those things. Sure, Bacon
and Firth are pretty good, and Lohman – though not her best, because
she’s been terribly miscast – is OK too, but they’ve got nothing to
work with here. Take their performances and put them in a better film,
and you would’ve something pretty solid. Look, Where the Truth Lies
is entertaining enough – but at the end of the day, it hasn’t made good
use of it’s a-list trio and in a time when its so hard to get such
names attached to good projects, it’s a shame to see them committed to
something that wasn’t. EXTRAS
The DVD includes a Making-Of and a few deleted scenes – both of which are about as compelling as the film.
Conclusion:
Movie 60% Extras: 30%
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