A consistently intelligent (or at least bright), coherently constructed comedy that is on occasion a rather pointed critique of the American education system in the…
“Flashpoint” is such a good thriller for so much of its length that it’s kind of a betrayal when the ending falls apart. Why did they try so hard and then give up at the finish line? The movie stars Kris Kristofferson and Treat Williams in interesting, low-key performances as a couple of Texas border patrol, officers who basically just want to be left alone to patrol their desolate stretch of Southwestern desert. And the world they inhabit, of honky-tonks and hangovers, quick pickups and boring staff meetings, is painted so well that the thriller seems to emerge naturally from the material; in other words, they seem to have been there before the plot.
The mystery begins one day when Kristofferson finds an old Jeep almost buried in the remains of a flash flood, He digs it up, and finds that it contains a skeleton, a fishing rod, a rifle and a tackle box containing $800,000 in cash. Judging by the Jeep’s license plate, it has been waiting there in the desert for more than 20 years. The money is long since forgotten. Kristofferson thinks he and Williams should split it and head for Mexico.
Williams isn’t so sure. He’s the younger officer, serious, sincere. He’s not sure it would be right, even though Kristofferson tells him they’re probably looking at a Mafia payoff or the loot from an old bank heist. Conscientious, Williams puts the license plate into the police computer and that sets a complicated chain of events into motion. This is not your ordinary missing Jeep.
Looking for news of an old bank robbery, Kristofferson examines the newspaper microfilm at the local library. Although he doesn’t know it, the question he should be asking is: What watershed historical event occurred in Texas in the autumn rainy season of 1963 that might have resulted in a payoff and a run for the border? The movie itself approaches that question quietly and subtly, and even when federal agents fly in from Washington with their black suits, reflecting sunglasses, filter-tip cigarettes and government fleet cars, the plot doesn’t develop as obviously as it might have.