This had the potential to be so good, but winds up being a silly film that overestimates its cleverness in the end. Geoffrey Rush is first-rate as Virgil Oldman, a revered auctioneer who keeps to himself and has some crooked fraud things going on the side with his pal Billy (Donald Sutherland). When he gets called to the house of a mysterious, reclusive heiress (Sylvia Hoeks, who spends much of the movie out of sight), he starts falling in love, opening up and basically making himself vulnerable. Jim Sturgess plays a repair shop guy who you just know is more than he seems, and the movie tries to be some great mystery when it is bloody obvious that something funny is going on. By the time it all wraps up, the supposed twists have completely lost any sense of impact. A movie like this needs to have at least one big surprise to make it worth your viewing time. This one offers many surprise attempts but succeeds with none of them. Too bad, because Rush is very good here, and all of the schlocky mystery play drags him down.
Director: Giuseppe Tornatore
Producer: Isabella Cocuzza and Arturo Paglia
Cast: Jim Sturgess, Geoffrey Rush, Donald Sutherland, Sylvia Hoeks, Dermot Crowley, Liya Kebede, Philip Jackson and Kiruna Stamell