By now, from what I’ve gathered, American movie audiences are highly critical when a foreign actor attempts to tackle an American accent. Of course, this is a little hypocritical since some American actors (cough, Anne Hathaway in One Day, cough) can barely master the diction of another language, especially in English. The ears of those moviegoers may perk up when they listen to Aussie Sam Worthington play an Irish-Catholic Long Islander in director Asger Leth’s feature-film debut, Man On A Ledge. One can’t help but hear the action star’s accent slip in and out during pivotal scenes with his costars. Is he or isn’t he supposed to be playing an American?

But this is hardly a point to dwell on. In the action thriller, Worthington plays Nick Cassidy, an ex-cop who breaks out of prison, books a fancy suite at Manhattan’s famed Roosevelt Hotel, and climbs outside his window high above Madison Avenue, becoming the film’s titular character. However, as the trailer and promos have spoiled/revealed, the suicide attempt is merely a ruse, a distraction from what’s really going down across the street with Nick’s baby bro Joey (Jamie Bell – someone applaud his dialect coach) and his hot tamale girlfriend Angie (a feisty Genesis Rodriguez) inside a high-security high-rise. And because non-linear storytelling is all the rage these days, flashbacks within the first act also provide an obligatory backstory.

From there, the film becomes Tower Heist (minus the laughs) with shades of 2006’s superior Inside Man as Nick desperately tries to prove his innocence, stir up a media firestorm, and exact revenge on the rich and powerful dude who set him up, David Englander, played by Ed Harris with proper megalomaniacal assholishness. Trying to talk Nick down from said ledge is Lydia Mercer (an ambitious Elizabeth Banks), a gorgeous NYPD negotiator who, we’re led to believe, is having a hard time getting over a past job that went horribly wrong (it sure shows in those well-coiffed locks and that Covergirl-ready skin). Butting heads with Lydia is detective Jack Dougherty, played by I’m-just-here-for-a-paycheck Edward Burns, and Nathan Marcus (Lost’s Man in Black Titus Welliver), a fellow NYPDer with questionable loyalties. Rounding out the ensemble is Anthony Mackie (Real Steel) as Nick’s former partner and Kyra Sedgwick as TV reporter Suzie Morales – yes, she’s playing a Latina – a thankless role that isolates the actress from the rest of her castmates and has her character feeding the frenzy of a public that’s hungry to see a man’s brains splatter across the pavement (whether or not this is the movie’s attempt at social commentary is unclear).

With a by-the-book script from Pablo F. Fenjves, Man On A Ledge doesn’t disappoint, but it also doesn’t inspire or breathe new life into the genre. DP Paul Cameron admirably frames and captures the gritty look of an NYC-set suspense thriller while Leth maintains a pace that manages to keep us involved and, despite a few obvious twists, on the same page. The scenes with Bell and Rodriguez stand out, especially during tense moments when Nick – via an earpiece – has to improvise a few double entendres while he simultaneously talks with them and Lydia from his vertiginous position (speaking of which, someone may want to cast Rodriguez in the next Mission: Impossible installment). However, by the film’s insanely executed finale and rushed resolution, we’re supposed to believe that all of the events we’ve just witnessed have transpired over the course of one day. Paging Kiefer Sutherland…

And someone call the movie police. We’ve got some believability on a ledge (Oh yeah, I said it).