Studio: Amazon Studios
Director: Andrew Patterson
Writer: James Montague, Craig W. Sanger
Producer: Adam Dietrich, Melissa Kirkendall, James Montague
Stars: Sierra McCormick, Jake Horowitz, Bruce Davis, Gail Cronauer
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Summary:
In the 1950s, a young radio DJ and a teenage switchboard operator discover a strange audio signal that could connect to a massive mystery.
Review:
“The Twilight Zone” truly is a dimension of mind. Naturally, Rod Serling narration is the best way to get there fast. Loosely framed as a throwback episode of an imaginary sci-fi series, “The Vast of Night” instantly transports us into its parallel world by slowly zooming into an old timey TV while Serling’s smoky voice booms outward.* Once inside, charismatic characters and creative camerawork combine with deeply intriguing storytelling to ensure viewers remain captive there for the next 90 minutes.
*Incidentally, I don’t know if producers found the most convincing Serling soundalike imaginable or re-appropriated vintage sound clips to say what they needed. Perhaps some combination of audio magic? Regardless, it’s part of the movie’s bottomless bag of tricks for fleshing a fully realized fantasy out of almost every possible detail.
We never need text to tell us where or when we are because Adam Dietrich’s production design and Jonathan Rudak’s art direction provide all of the establishing information necessary. Classic cars in a parking lot, pointed eyeglasses and long skirts on girls, and basketball uniform styles not seen since “Leave It to Beaver” immediately identify Small Town USA in the 1950s.
Initial scenes introduce Everett (Jake Horowitz). He’s a chain-smoking motormouth with a surprising amount of swagger for someone who’s essentially a young adult A/V nerd. It’s just that in this era, being a radio DJ makes Everett a little bit of a local celebrity. Combine that with his knowledgeable confidence and you can see where occasionally snide sparks of sarcasm come from. He’s not quite cocky though. Quick-witted words showcase Everett as a mostly good-natured guy who simply enjoys gently ribbing folksy neighbors.
While helping address a wiring problem at the high school gym prior to the town’s big game, Everett meets up with his good gal pal Fay (Sierra McCormick). She’s eager to show him her new tape recorder since such hot technology is the new rage and Everett can teach her how to use it. That’s exactly what he does as they stroll around in a series of smooth tracking shots. As they amusingly “interview” families and friends arriving for the game, we see Fay for the nervously excitable and infectiously affable teenager she is. She’s only a little naïve, but not at all undereducated for her age. She’s merely colored by the mid-20th century optimism of someone hopeful for a wondrous future.
Horowitz’s yin to McCormick’s yang creates chemistry that only hints at a minor crush. Everett and Fay seem more like a big brother and kid sister who are platonically affectionate toward one another than potential sweethearts. Not getting sidetracked with romance lets their relationship build a better battery based on mutual respect and genuine friendship that moves the film more interestingly than a pining love arc would anyway.
I’d understand if shorter attention spans tuned down to lower frequencies during this lengthy opening. Nonstop chatter spits up a lot of names and ultimately inessential walla-walla that goes on for umpteen minutes as Everett and Fay weave their way past a lot of people. It takes a moment to realize nearly none of what we hear here will bear much weight on the primary plot’s direction.
What “The Vast of Night” actually does with this sequence is it gives a pulse to an atmosphere that extends beyond the edges of each set. Dozens of extras constantly move around in the foreground and background. The camera keeps moving too, sometimes taking inventive routes like passing through car windows to keep imagery fluid while conversation dominates development of the two main personalities.
Smallish indies rarely put up this kind of effort to depict such vibrant bustle. “The Vast of Night’s” staging smartly opens up the setting with long takes that allow the actors to melt into the environment while sinking deeper into their roles. It’s part of a strategy that gets viewers to comfortably stretch out before confining them to upcoming locations where closely claustrophobic walls accent a growing feeling of paranoia.
Everett eventually goes to the radio station to broadcast his show while Fay tends to her nighttime shift as a switchboard operator. Not long after hearing an unidentifiable noise interfere with Everett’s voice, Fay receives a call that sparks alarm about something strange in the sky before cutting out.
Pursing her brow with a “hmmm,” Fay plays the sound for Everett. Everett doesn’t know what it is either, so he broadcasts the warble over the air and asks listeners to call in with information if they can identify it. Someone can and does, which becomes the first breadcrumb on a cryptic trail toward unraveling a massive mystery.
As excellent as Sierra McCormick and Jake Horowitz are, and they are always endearing whether they’re paired together or performing solo, special recognition goes to Bruce Davis as Billy, the caller who reveals the first clue. Davis only speaks and is never seen, but his voice acting is top notch terrific. He genuinely sounds like a haunted man recounting a troubling event from his past with credible, disquieting calmness, not like a guy in a booth reading from prepared papers.
Organic acting is a quality shared across the core cast, which also includes Gail Cronauer as elderly shut-in Mabel, whose personal story arguably trumps Billy’s. Each performer makes careful choices about how to chew on plentiful words written by co-screenwriters James Montague and Craig W. Sanger. They’re all clearly well rehearsed and pointedly directed by newcomer Andrew Patterson to read like down-to-earth people.
Several shots go on for multiple minutes where all we see is Everett’s face as he listens to Billy’s tale. Sometimes the screen simply darkens to black as Billy continues. That might sound like it could be boring, but it isn’t. Something about not seeing someone speaking opens our mind’s eye to color in the images that Billy, and later Mabel, describe so convincingly.
“The Vast of Night” doesn’t stay cloistered in these dark cubes. The story opens up again when Everett and Fay, armed with unnerving information, venture back outside to confront their growing fears firsthand. Unsurprisingly, the film uses economic effects with technical skills that complement how cleverly it offloads what it can’t illustrate to the audience’s mesmerized imaginations.
“The Vast of Night” starts out cute, gets quirky, then settles into creepiness as it strokes touchstones of Art Bell-inspired audio conspiracies and prime X-Files storylines. Eyes anxious for more visual thrills might droop due to deliberate pacing. Meanwhile, those who eagerly engage will take a trip back to a simpler time of burger joints and roller skates upended by horror born in the mind.
Rod Serling would appreciate “The Vast of Night’s” suspenseful smolder dripping down an Americana backdrop. More than likely, you’ll enjoy it too.
Review Score: 85
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.