Another in the long line of tricky, sleight-of-hand yarns in which everyone is deceiving everyone else at all times, but based on the results of 2013’s Now You See Me and this picture, it’s obvious that Hollywood’s hustlers have lost their sting since the days of Paul Newman.

While Still Alice may not be as excellent as Two Days and especially Wild, it’s still more than a generic Lifetime movie as its detractors would lead everyone to believe.

The sort of daft picture in which a folder of incriminating evidence related to murderous deeds is conveniently named and resting conspicuously on a computer desktop, and where apparently no one has ever heard about this magical realm known as iCloud.

Gay panic in films of this ilk is nothing new, but the level here frequently reaches Terror Alert red.

The passion evident in Angelina Jolie’s best performances is largely missing in her direction, as the austere workmanship keeps the incidents at an emotional distance.