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Sleuth (Sony)
Brisk and clever for a while, Sleuth then becomes boring as hell, a giant chunk of chit (and chat), as Michael Caine and Jude Law do their Tom and Jerry routine. It's a needless remake of a film once starring Caine in the Law role, as the hunk come to claim a rich man's missus. Here it's as cold as its setting, a dimly lit, labyrinthine manse, in which Caine's wealthy author gulps his scotch and spouts his droll witticisms. It feels more like a drama-school exercise than a work of art — and thrills are all but absent, as the men swap roles and allegiances like throwaway disguises. The commentary tracks are infinitely more interesting than the film; the actors really dig talking about the process. Fitting, really, as the film is nothing but process without payoff. — Wilonsky
Five Days (HBO)
Gone is the golden age of TV miniseries, when the nation would band together to watch Shogun or Roots for eight weeks or so. This collaboration between HBO and the BBC doesn't match the standards of HBO's Band of Brothers, but it is a welcome reminder of what the form is good for. It follows the investigation of a missing woman and her children in five episodes, enough time to fill in the details and allow things to unfold naturally. You won't meet a single magnetizing character, but instead you'll witness more human moments from all the characters — from the woman's forlorn husband and parents to the PR official for the police. Inevitably, all the drama leads to a less-than-satisfying conclusion; then again, it's a sad mystery that depends on a thrilling solution to be worthwhile. — Harper