They're only acting, Andrew(Michael Caine) and Milo(Jude Law); slipping on other skins is how the novelist and actor butter their bread. Both men shoot Harold Pinter's words at each other with cold precision. They duel in rooms illuminated by a blue light. Their mouths are benign guns. Andrew is just pretending, like a blank pretends to be a bullet, when the novelist aims his pistol at Milo. It's a game. The jewel heist, nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Both robbery attempts are deconstructive and anti-climactic. "Sleuth" is really about identity. In the endgame, the blue light affixes itself to Milo alone, while the sudden appearance of the red light seeks out Andrew in melancholic repose. Perhaps, these are the two men as they really are, finally, in three-dimensions, the truth comes out as the red and blue lights converge and produce a white light; an x-ray light.… Expand

A very good original, and a very bad remake, Michael Caine doesn't do anything, a serious bore, way too short and cheesy.

Flaccid, pointless remake that often feels like a Pinter parody.

Great performances, Law and Caine are brilliant, fantastic dialogues and, last but not least, amazing work by Kenneth Branagh.

It's an interesting twist having Michael Caine in the opposite role he played in the 1972 version, but this film doesn't work nearly as well as that version. I was thoroughly unimpressed with Kenneth Branaugh's direction. It's all show and not enough. Jude law needs to stop remaking films from 30 and 40 years ago.

nothing spectacular, nothing good, a letdown overall, many flaws make a huge difference, once you find ehm' all, at the theatre, the popcorn, pop, and direction was all that was fun, this is entertaining, but literally it sucks.

Rancid. The whole unveiling of the mystery inspector was terribly and unconvincingly rotten. The 1972 version had surprise. This version has nothing. Disappointed in Branagh, whose film "Dead Again" showed a good cinematic eye.