COLLATERAL BY PETER KEOUGH

"Collateral," as this film’s press material explains, refers to the extraneous targets a hit man may eliminate in the course of fulfilling his contract. Here it’s Michael Mann’s flair for the extraneous that elevates what might have been a standard and contrived crime thriller into an exciting and artful homage to the genre.

He has a gift for actors, as well. Why can’t Tom Cruise always play a scumbag? As Vincent, the hired killer who pops into the cab driven by Max (Jamie Foxx) one LA night, he’s nihilistic, lethal, and ruefully charming. And is that a trace of vulnerability I see beneath his gray suit and brush cut? He looks like the tormented empath played by William Petersen in Mann’s Manhunter. With a gait halfway between a rooster and the Terminator, Vincent is all business, but he’ll take the time to let an old man relate how he once played horn alongside with Miles Davis. So maybe Vincent is looking for a connection as well as transportation when he presses, at gunpoint, Max (Foxx is terrific too) into service as his chauffeur as he moves from target to target to a conclusion predestined from the cabby’s first fare. The route may be familiar (and allusions to Taxi Driver and Rear Window don’t help) and nerve-rattling, but the sights and the people along the way make the trip worthwhile. LA from dawn to dusk fills the cab’s shattered windshield, and like Max and Vincent when they spot a couple of coyotes crossing the highway, sometimes you just have to stop and look. (119 minutes) At theApple Valley, Entertainment, Flagship, Holiday, Providence Place 16, Showcase, and Tri-Boro cinemas.