MOVIE REVIEW

“Point and Shoot”

Grade: C

Starring Matthew VanDyke. Directed by Marshall Curry.

Unrated. Check listings for theaters. 1 hour, 22 minutes.

Bottom line: A remarkable adventure tale with a clear point

By Walter Addiego

San Francisco Chronicle

“Point and Shoot” documents how a young American, who set out on a motorcycle trip of self-discovery and wound up in Libya, took up arms against Moammar Khadafy. The film raises significant questions about manhood and offers a few gripping sequences, but isn’t fully satisfying.

Most of the movie was shot by its subject — Matthew VanDyke of Baltimore — who then asked director Marshall Curry to mold the footage into a film. Curry conducted a long on-camera interview with his subject and includes many of his responses here, and offers bits of home movies from VanDyke’s childhood.

It’s partly a metamovie, as VanDyke seems fixated on visual imagery, and he’s not alone. He captured his cross-continent adventures with a helmet camera, and we see him frequently setting up shots.

When VanDyke encounters American soldiers, they implore him to record them in real and staged action scenes. And he notes that legions of rebels during the Arab Spring used cell phones to record events.

In short, reality is what’s captured by a camera.

VanDyke’s memories and self-judgments hardly lead us to expect a heroic type. The film offers a frank portrait of a young loner who fantasized about being an Indiana Jones-style adventurer. He would come to admire Alby Mangels, an Australian documentarian who filmed his own death-defying escapades, and Lawrence of Arabia (the screen version).

But his reality was less exotic. He was a “spoiled” child (his own judgment) addicted to video games. He suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder and was anxious about the possibility of hurting people. In his 20s, he still lived at home with his mother.

Small wonder that he felt pressed to prove his manhood. “Point and Shoot” asks us to look at his efforts to do so, and it’s hard not to conclude that the film’s central figure — almost its only figure — still lacks crucial elements of self-awareness, even after his extreme experiences. That’s a disappointing payoff.

The movie begins in 2006 and covers about five years. During that time VanDyke befriends a Libyan “hippie” and involves himself with Libya’s rebel forces. He returns to Baltimore at one point, only to be drawn back to Africa by televised images of his friends fighting and dying. He spends 5 1/2 months in solitary confinement in a bug-infested jail (rendered here in animation). Eventually he embeds himself with the rebels, armed with an automatic rifle and his ever-present camera.

VanDyke appears to have matured some following these remarkable events, but gives no evidence of having had any blinding revelations. The narcissism on view is unmistakable and disquieting, but it’s a topic that’s been handled elsewhere with more depth. You could look at the movie simply as a remarkable adventure tale, but if there’s a larger point, it’s not crystal clear.