Proves not just Hollywood can make stinkers but Australia, too.In the dreary serial-killer thriller Tunnel Vision, Patsy Kensit is like a breath of fresh oxygen to emphysemic lungs as an Australian police detective investigating an array of homicides where the corpses are left behind in artistic poses. Having made a bravura impression as Mel Gibson's fateful romantic interest in the second Lethal Weapon, with her beauty, charm and talent one expected her career to really take off; inexplicitly, she was soon reduced to third-rate direct-to-video fare that didn't deserve so much as a single minute of her screen time (with the fine 1991 Timebomb that rare exception). Here, she's saddled with dull co-star Robert Reynolds as her partner and effortlessly manages to outclass him at each and every turn while really getting a relationship going with the audience -- we immediately yield to her due to her charisma and openness. As bad luck would have it, Reynolds gets more screen time along with a subplot involving him and the equally-odious Rebecca Rigg as his new bride whose friendly after-work relationship with a fellow artist is easily irking his jealous ire. (Yes, the artistic angle is given forthright attention so as to produce more than a few red herrings.) As the body count mounts, there aren't a whole lot of logical suspects, and this wouldn't necessarily be detrimental if the few characters actually held some interest, but they don't. And so as to leave no cliche unturned, there's even a stereotypical loudmouth of a complaining captain to endure. I don't know what writer/director Clive Fleury should be doing, but making movies most certainly isn't one of them. Predictably coming from a mostly-TV background, he's at a loss as to tell a story expressively and fluidly; the nondescript scenes have no visual life and there isn't so much as a single solitary iota of narrative drive so the story doesn't possess any sense of immediacy, which is the kiss of death in any thriller. The whodunit angle is botched, the police-procedural details boring, there isn't a line of surprising dialogue anywhere to be found, and the sexual elements are as turn-me-on erotic as a clubbed-footed street hooker with a sandpaper tongue. Unless you haven't got the picture by now, Tunnel Vision is a futile lost cause and Fleury a perfect candidate for a citizen's arrest for wasting the gorgeous and game Kensit who toils valiantly aboard this cinematic sinking ship.Somebody rescue Kensit from bottom-feeder tripe like this.