A trusted driver, a dead rich white man, his mistress with a traditionalist Muslim family and her pantomimic “gangster” cousin-cum-ex-husband: it’s not a Jeremy Kyle line-up, just the characters who fill out a grating, corny series of events in this faltering first-time feature. A story of loyalty, betrayal and pride is stifled in Mitu Misra’s debut feature Lies We Tell, which bites off far more than it can chew.
The wannabe thriller is buzzword heavy and promises high stakes and devastating dramatic results. In reality, it’s laden with hammy tropes and misogynistic (comical, but not determinedly self-aware) theatrics that just make you wince. Is it really acceptable to call someone “bitch” repeatedly without a hint of irony?
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