I must admit that I’m not a big play-loving guy. I don’t mind reading them, but I simply don’t do well suspending disbelief in a staged environment. That said, some of my favourite films, such as Dogville, utilize the stage conventions, breaking down on screen the physical and dramaturgical limits of the traditional stage page.

All this is prelude to the fact that Slueth is nothing more or less than a filmed play. While this is no radical re-invention of the play-on-celluloid genre, it does present its material with enough style and panache to make it a winner.

The story involves a tennis match of wits, pitting a rich man (Michael Caine) against another who is having an affair with his wife (Jude Law). Caine lures Law into a savage joke, only to have the tables turned again and again in this duel of wits.

The language is fantastic, and they really egg the most out of one another. In the end, for me, any limitations of Slueth as film are due to the conceit of the play itself – two guys in a room engaged in banter for just shy of two hours. With fabulous design, some beautiful and witty camera angles, and very strong performances by the two leads, the film carries itself quite well.