Sometime back, as the soft parade of movie trailers washed across the big screen one, in particular, caused me to sit up and take notice. The multiple-point-of-view-assassination thriller-diller named Vantage Point looked smart and polished enough to be a movie worth waiting for. Not so fast. Finally in the theaters, Vantage Point seems to have left its dazzle on the trailer room floor. It turns out to be a lukewarm thriller, predictable city, and peopled with the most obvious of representative characters (albeit with a solid cast that includes Dennis Quaid, Forest Whitaker, William Hurt, Sigourney Weaver, and Matthew Fox). For a bit, when the movie sticks to it’s premise of a swirling, interactive, examination of viewpoint and action Vantage Point feels like a well-engineered bit of stylistic filmmaking. By the movie's final third, the vantage point experiment has been jettisoned, and the film just rushes down the well-traveled road of car chases and bang-bang shoot-em-ups, another trite and half-ass Hollywood coin-counter.
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