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The multi-perspective, mega-annoying Vantage Point.

Triple take: From left, Dennis Quaid, Eduardo Noriega, and Richard T. Jones in Vantage Point.
  • Triple take: From left, Dennis Quaid, Eduardo Noriega, and Richard T. Jones in Vantage Point.

Remember the 1985 movie version of the whodunit board game Clue, with its pre-DVD-era gimmick of multiple endings? Well, Vantage Point is like that, only instead of multiple endings, it gives us multiple beginnings. Oh, and Vantage Point, to the best of my knowledge, isn't supposed to be funny.

Set in Salamanca, Spain, during an international counterterrorism summit, it depicts an assassination attempt on the president of the United States from the perspective of five witnesses and the members of the terror cell responsible for the attack. It's a cast of characters the likes of which haven't been seen together since Airport '79: the hard-bitten TV news director (Sigourney Weaver); the hero Secret Service agent (Dennis Quaid), back on the job for the first time since he took a bullet in the line of duty; the wide-eyed, conveniently camcorder-equipped American tourist (Forest Whitaker); and old POTUS himself, a freeze-dried specimen of platitude-espousing, Roosevelt-era statesmanship stiffly played by William Hurt. And I haven't even gotten to the terrorists — a cabal of suitably brown-skinned jihadists straight out of central (Asia) casting.

It's basically like watching an entire season of 24 stripped down to its freeze-frame cliffhangers and recaps of last week's episode. It all goes something like this: A crowd of journalists and onlookers jostles into a central square; the mayor of Salamanca delivers some opening remarks before ceding the stage to our commander in chief; the prez goes down for the count, followed by a series of bomb blasts and much chaotic scrambling.

Then, as if God Himself had hit the rewind button, everything we've just seen flits by in fast-reverse, and we proceed to see it all again — and again and again and again — through another character's eyes. A "23 minutes earlier" title card signals the start of each new chapter; the cycle unfolds, thank God, in something less than real time, though you'd be forgiven for thinking otherwise.

The idea here, of course, is for each successive piece of Vantage Point's narrative jigsaw to give us some crucial information we don't yet have, or to change our perspective on something we thought we already knew. But for every scene that fulfills that goal, we're treated to a dozen others that carry the feel of nothing more than déjà vu. (Hurt stunt-falls so many times, it looks like an audition for those MedicAlert bracelet infomercials.) And often, when Vantage Point does show something new, you end up wishing it hadn't — such as the romantically charged rendezvous between one of the terrorists and her patsy boyfriend, which looks like an Enrique Iglesias music video.

There's not a single moment in Vantage Point that rings true. The movie gets off on the wrong foot pretty early with the scenes of Weaver directing her TV broadcast — its solemn, charisma-free on-camera reporter would be swallowed whole by the if-it-bleeds-it-leads cynic we see reporting live at the beginning of George Romero's just-released Diary of the Dead, to say nothing of Christiane Amanpour. Not that the scenes of Quaid arriving back at work amid much whispered speculation that he might choke under pressure seem any less bogus.

This is all foreplay, it turns out, for an orgiastic third-act car chase, during which the movie's multiple story threads converge in a way that makes Paul Haggis seem like a master of Balzacian realism. As car chases go, it's not half-bad; but nothing in Vantage Point quickens the pulse as much as the realization that, with each successive turn of the wheel, we come one step closer to the end.

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