Where the Truth Lies  2 / 5 stars (Cert 18)  Starting with high
promise - arthouse star director Atom Egoyan, a nightclub
showbiz-style pairing of Kevin Bacon and Colin Firth, and a
mysterious murder - this adaptation of Rupert Homes' novel just
goes on getting odder and more tangled. The plot is full of sex,
lies and audiotape, with murky deeds in the 50s being
investigated in the 70s but its baggy structure, soapy dialogue,
doppelgangers and laborious plotting steadily reduces interest
in the girl's death at its heart.  Its most intriguing aspect,
the odd casting of Bacon and Firth as a Martin-and-Lewis style
duo in deep with the mob, soon loses its focus as the pair are
rarely seen together except in its convoluted flashbacks. I'm
one of Bacon's biggest fans, but even he can't nail this part
and Rachel Blanchard is landed with an even odder couple than in
Peep Show. It's every bit as big a mismatch as you'd expect from
a glossy movie with intense, angsty Egoyan adapting a novel by
the man best known for hi