Bets are brutal when we gamble on ourselves. Vanishing Point portrays that system as madness, but with the right cunning and enough steel, people can prevail. This calm and quiet open has tension underscoring it. As the bulldozer pushes forth through the barren wastes, the lack of music and focus on the metallic clangs and alarm bells cutting through the silence suggest something, somewhere, is about to go wrong. How long can we hold to the inevitability of a bad crash or cruising, crushing blow to the leading man or those around him? Director Richard C. Sarafian pushes forth intending to hold out for as long as he can, but peppers in moments of surprise, suspense and sufficient, high-speed thrills.