Hard to be original now in Hollywood these days. When I initially saw the trailer for The Vault I was intrigued, it looked to potentially be a sleeper indie hit with a genre twist as an excitable hook, from heist movie to supernatural thriller. Even a moustachioed James Franco makes a supporting appearance to add some credibility.
My initial excitement diffused when I found out this was Plot wise, it’s as flimsy as soggy paper. A bank heist fails to go to plan when armed robbers find that the expected take is way below expectations and being indebted to a violent gang, they have little choice than to break into the dated vault below which mysterious assistant bank manager, Ed Maas is happy to spill the bank’s secrets in return for the safety of the hostages. When the robbers go down to open the vault, it’s not long until a mysterious presence makes itself known and dangerous.
It’s all one thing to sell a film for it’s impending twist, maybe counter intuitive in fact, when the rest of the film is such a thin cliched affair you wonder why anyone bothered at all. The Vault seems like a half hearted attempt by Dan Bush to jump from B movie territory to the big league, but it soon falls into the traps of predictable story lines, flat dialogue, melodramatic performances from the fairly unknown cast which are clearly contrasted by the recognisable Hollywood cast of James Franco and Clifton Collins Junior, who must have thought they were going to be in a better film. This is the sort of film to make its way into the bargain bucket or whatever may be the equivalent via digital download. What’s maybe most infuriating about The Vault, it’s not laughably bad, which could have been it’s saving grace. Maybe one for those who are die hard James Franco fans, filed under the moustache years.