Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Vanishing on 7th Street (2010, Brad Anderson)


The first twenty minutes or so of "Vanishing on 7th Street" had me fairly intrigued. It had that mysterious apocalyptic opener that left just a handful of people bumming around the desolate streets of Detroit in search of life. Then, it all went to shit. Fast!

As it seems, a plague of darkness has washed over the world (presumably), causing the greater part of the population to disappear on the spot. Eventually, it is established that those who were around their own singular source of light (flashlight, cigarette lighter, etc) were the only ones who were able to avoid the mass vanishing. A news anchor, a 12 year old black boy, and a new mother (minus her child) find themselves in a bar run by a generator as we follow their struggle to make it out of the city...

The movie kicks off with some interesting stuff, including planes dropping from the sky, open heart surgery patients waking up from anesthesia with no one around, and other cool 'end of the world' type situations. Sadly, "Vanishing on 7th Street" falls into a repetitious lull; dwindling on characters running from CGI shadows (the film's villian), dropping flashlights every time they stumble, getting injured FAR too easily, and initiating monotonous dialog. The tiresome latino, former funny-man, John Leguizamo, spends the majority of his uninteresting screen time laying on a pool table before finally succumbing to a horrendously disappointing "demise". The ending comes with insulting abruptness and nothing is explained and I couldn't help but realize that painting rainbows of cat diarrhea on a dumpster lid would've been a much better way to spend my time...

In all, this is a flick that started off promising but ran out of steam pretty goddamn quick.

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