The sky has gone dark, the shadows are crawling, and the vast majority of the human race has simply dematerialized in Vanishing on 7th Street
, a high-concept chiller from Brad Anderson (Session 9
, The Machinist
) that plays like Night of the Living Dead
by way of The Twilight Zone
, yet never gathers enough force to break any new ground despite some stylish direction and deliciously mind-bending moments.
Detroit has fallen ominously silent; the power to the city appears to have been cut off, and the streets are littered with the clothes of people whose bodies are nowhere to be found. Desperate and terrified, movie-theater pr...