Where the Truth Lies (2005)
Canada / English
K. O'Connor, a young journalist known for her celebrity profiles, is consumed with discovering the truth behind a long-buried incident that affected the lives and careers of showbiz team Vince Collins and Lanny Morris.
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I recently had the pleasure of sitting in on the first public screening
of Atom Egoyan's "Where The Truth Lies" in Switzerland. I have never
been moved to write a preview-review, but in this case it becomes
necessary. To say that the movie is impressive would be an unfortunate
meiosis. Everything we have come to expect from Egoyan in the past two
decades is present in fine form: impeccable mise-en-scene, exquisitely
precise camera movement, and a score that not only adds texture but is
an artistic accomplishment in and of itself.
But wait, there's more. It turns out that Egoyan's first foray into a
larger, more "industry" piece brings out the best in his sensibilities,
and shows that he is a genuine and lasting artist, that is, capable of
evolving while remaining true to the vision that made him an
international phenomenon (for the acclaimed Exotica and The Sweet
Simply put, the cast is outstanding. The performances Egoyan brings
forth are nuanced...one of a kind. In particular, Alison Lohman as
Karen O'Conner nails the difficulties of multi-valence like a seasoned
vet. She is at once timid, cunning, she surrenders as well as she
controls, both Alice and Svengali. I get a very strong Jennifer Jason
Leigh 2.0 vibe from her. Jane Greer all the way. She has mad potential,
and it is exciting to see early on.
Kevin Bacon's extraordinary gifts of performance reach their zenith in
the impossibly charismatic Lanny Morris. His is a tour-de-force
performance that rivals Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon, Mitchum in Out of
The Past, and Brando in Last Tango. That's my word! He will certainly
be nominated for an Academy Award, and unless another actor comes
forward with a role of a lifetime, it would be no surprise if he cops
the statue, especially considering his recent work in Mystic River, for
which he was overlooked.
Colin Firth is a star in his own right, shining brilliantly as Lanny's
road dog Vince Collins, perhaps the film's most intriguing, complex
character study. Firth gives all of himself and more, and is as
courageous as it comes. David Hayman also is creepily adept inna Erich
von Stroheim style.
Los Angeles is captured magnificently, as is the world of old school
song and dance star power. Think Martin and Lewis even more buck wild
than they really were and you'll get a sense of the flavor.
Structurally the narrative is Trump Tight, revealing yet never telling,
fulfilling its film noir genre and then making a logical progression
upon it. Yes people, it's all here...Lies, Laughs, Loves, Songs, Tears,
Selfishness, Generosity, Deceit, Reconciliation, and HOT HOT SEX. Check
it! Depending of course upon how it is promoted, this film has the
opportunity to do great things for North American Cinema. It can bridge
the gap between big box office productions and so-called art house
films, entertaining while simultaneously exploring more profound
issues. Popular audiences are not stupid, they just need to learn how
to see and think and feel again. This is the ambassadorial movie we
have been waiting for. I believe that Where The Truth Lies can produce
a kind of leap of faith in moviegoers and producers alike, so that
there can perhaps be another Golden Era of Hollywood while the
millennium is still young.
Where The Truth Lies get 5 Mics from The Source and a Robert Townsend
soul clap! Congrats, Maestro Egoyan. I'll have the lobster.
Jonathan Peter Jackson Budapest, Hungary June 2öö5
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