Where the Truth Lies

The Hollywood Reporter Ray Bennett

Atom Egoyan has delivered a big, slick and sexy mystery in Where the Truth Lies, turning the Rupert Holmes novel into a sumptuous tale of show business hype and duplicity.

Entertainment Weekly Owen Gleiberman

A mood of lush romantic decadence -- sleaze made enigmatic -- hovers over Where the Truth Lies, which has a score that works so hard to evoke "Vertigo" that it may leave you dizzy.

Empire Alan Morrison

A rare film in which the style IS the substance.

Chicago Sun-Times Roger Ebert

Kevin Bacon is on a roll right now after several good roles, and here he channels diabolical sleaze while mugging joylessly before the telethon cameras.

Seattle Post-Intelligencer William Arnold

A fascinating ride through morally ambiguous territory to a place you've never been before.

San Francisco Chronicle Ruthe Stein

High-gloss trash but compulsively watchable.

Los Angeles Times Carina Chocano

The real reason to see it is its style, which sets an otherwise fairly unremarkable whodunit in a seedy, lite-Lynchian wonderland that's enjoyable to hang out in for a while.

LA Weekly Ben Kenigsberg

When conventional answers arrive, Where the Truth Lies seems as cheesy as its title -- but its disorienting layers of narrative make the double-entendre almost profound.

Portland Oregonian Shawn Levy

There are moments here so out of whack that you almost wonder if David Lynch isn't snickering somewhere at having fooled everyone into thinking someone else made the film.

Chicago Tribune Jessica Reaves

Entertaining and even affecting, Where the Truth Lies is a failure primarily because it doesn't do justice to its originator, Rupert Holmes' dishy 2003 novel, which shared both of the aforementioned characteristics but also was extremely funny. The film, directed by Atom Egoyan, is not.

TV Guide Maitland McDonagh

Egoyan drains the life right out of the material, and the result is a chilly, complicated thriller that's neither thrilling nor a "Through the Looking Glass" head spinner.

Variety Todd McCarthy

Atom Egoyan's most mainstream and genre-oriented picture in his 20-year career applies a thick noir lacquer to a jumbled, time-jumping tale of a young female journalist prying the facts out of the aging entertainers and their cronies.

New York Daily News Jami Bernard

Egoyan's uncharacteristic bid for the mainstream flames out on many levels, but it's hard not to stare with fascination at the dying embers.

The New York Times Manohla Dargis

In the end, it is Mr. Egoyan's fealty to the novel, its feints and dodges, that proves the film's undoing.

USA Today Mike Clark

Stilted film squanders an intriguing premise.

The Onion (A.V. Club) Keith Phipps

Egoyan's sensibility doesn't quite fit the material. His trademark stone-faced austerity never bends to capture the black comedy in the dissonance between his characters' public and private lives. It almost demands a trashier approach.

ReelViews James Berardinelli

It's compelling in the way many B-movies are - cheap, sleazy, and lacking the depth we have come to associate with this director.

New York Post Lou Lumenick

Terrific performances by Kevin Bacon and Colin Firth as a comic duo clearly modeled on Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin get swallowed up in Atom Egoyan's muddled murder mystery.

Dallas Observer Melissa Levine

Again, Lohman's lack of power--and passion--saps the story of its life. It's a shame, because a bold performance would have given Firth and Bacon even more to work with, and the relationships between and among the members of that ménage à trois could have really begun to zing.

Philadelphia Inquirer Steven Rea

A strange mix of showbiz whodunit and soft-core eroticism, with a couple of fine actors - Kevin Bacon and Colin Firth - wandering around stunned and stoned-looking, as if someone slipped them a mickey.

Wall Street Journal Joe Morgenstern

Malevolence is in generous supply throughout the film. Easy enjoyment is not.

New York Magazine Ken Tucker

The time shifts are awkward, and Egoyan displays little of the deftness of characterization he evinced in such movies as "Exotica" (1994) and "The Sweet Hereafter" (1997); the result is a cold scold of a movie.

Village Voice J. Hoberman

This showbiz Rashomon has continuity, as well as credibility, problems.

Washington Post Ann Hornaday

Canadian director Atom Egoyan delivers a rare misfire with Where the Truth Lies, a shockingly fatuous murder mystery with pseudo-intellectual pretensions.

Chicago Reader Jonathan Rosenbaum

Alison Lohman isn't very convincing as the reporter who's trying to dredge up some dirt on the entertainers, and the elaborate flashback structure can't hide the fact that the story never fully comes to life.

Boston Globe Wesley Morris

An erotic thriller. It is also an Atom Egoyan picture, which means any claims either to actual eroticism or conventional thrills are theoretical at best.

Austin Chronicle Marjorie Baumgarten

As cold and unseemly as that stiff found in the shower.

Miami Herald Rene Rodriguez

Never before has Egoyan made a picture this egregiously, relentlessly bad.

Rolling Stone Peter Travers

This movie isn't over-the-top -- it doesn't know where the top is. Trash addicts will eat up every graphic minute, even if they prefer to wait for the DVD.