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.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
This showbiz Rashomon has continuity, as well as credibility, problems.
ReelViews by 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 Daily News by 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.
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.
New York Magazine (Vulture) by 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.
The New York Times by Manohla Dargis
In the end, it is Mr. Egoyan's fealty to the novel, its feints and dodges, that proves the film's undoing.
Entertainment Weekly by 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.
The Hollywood Reporter by 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.
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.