The King of Knives is an engaging, well acted film that seems to merely depict the midlife crisis of a successful advertising executive who has careened through life, leaving a trail of wreckage behind. But this story is not just about Frank, the main protagonist, but instead forces us to confront serious and profound philosophicalquestions.We watch as Frank, now in his fifties, struggles with his aging and searches for his younger self. But he does not like what he finds. Now he wants and needs to know who he is and where he is going, and in an effort to find these answers, embarks on a series of pot and drug fueled comic adventures. He goes to a club with his daughter and what follows is a brilliantly realized scene of exuberance and decadence. Eventually he realizes that his lies and self deception have destroyed his family, deciding he must begin to tell the truth to others and to himself.But truth can also hurt and destroy, as we see in this film, and he is not the only one who has been lying. Are some lies better left unsaid? Is it ok to lie just a little bit? Is a secret a lie? Can some lies be forgiven and others not? The King of Knives (King of Lies?), both funny and sad, will make you ponder these questions long after you have watched this film.