Vanishing On 7th Street

Synopsis: When a massive power outage plunges the city of Detroit into total darkness, a disparate group of individuals find themselves alone. The entire city's population has vanished into thin air, leaving behind heaps of empty clothing, abandoned cars and lengthening shadows. Soon the daylight begins to disappear completely, and as the survivors gather in an abandoned tavern, they realize the darkness is out to get them, and only their rapidly diminishing light sources can keep them safe.
Director(s): Brad Anderson
Production: Magnet Releasing
Rotten Tomatoes:
92 min

Watch out!

You... Um...

Your light.

What? Oh! I'm such a moron!

How's the flick?

Ah, you know,

Adam Sandler gets in a mess.

Wife gets pissed. Rinse and repeat.

Predictable. Formulaic.

- Fart jokes. You wouldn't

like it. - Hmm.

How would you know

what I like?

I wouldn't know.

Well, maybe you should

find out sometime.

Oh, shit! What the...

Hey, Hal! Hey...

What the hell?


What the...

What the hell's going on?


Hey! Hey!

Hey, you!

Everyone's gone.

They're all gone.

Got anyone in the theaters?

No, man.

I haven't seen a soul.


Same down in the food court.

You know what happened?

We're on backup power.

Heading down to maintenance

to find out more.

We're being Punk'd, right?

Oh, yeah. Allen Funt

is gonna pop out any minute.

- Who?

- Forget it.

The hell is that?

What did you see?

Wait here.

Who's there?

You see something?


Anybody here?


Anyone here?

Where is everyone?

Anybody here?

Hey! Hello?

Help me.

Someone help me.


Manny. Manny.

My baby. Manny!


I waited for you.

You here?


Son of a...

What the hell

is going on here?

Twenty-three goddamn flights.

Piece of junk.

Yo, Jesus,

what's up with the...

This is yesterday's.





Where are you?

Damn it!


Somebody there?



Open the door!

Open up the fucking door,


Hey, man, I need...

I need a light.

They're all spent.

Give me one of your lights, man.

Open the door.

Give me one of your lights.


God damn!

Don't move.

Put the gun on the floor.

It's a flashlight.

Just put it on the floor.

You mean this gun?

Put or drop?

Put the fucking gun

on the ground!

Come on, the light, too.

You want me

to turn it off?

The light, too!


All right.

Okay. What now?

Why don't you just lower

that barrel a little,

we'll talk this shit out,


Can I at least have

my drink?

Is that permitted?

Hey! God damn it!

Go on! Shoot me! Do it!

Shoot me!

You're afraid to.

- No, I'm not.

- Yeah, you are.

You shoot me,

there's nobody left. Right?


What's your name?

What's your name?


James. Like Jesse James.

Gun and all.

I'm Luke.

I've seen your face.

Oh, yeah?


That's right.

News 7.

I'm the new field reporter.

You're always yelling at people

with the microphone.

Look, James.

Here's the truth.

I'm just happy to see

another face.

You know what I mean?

Why don't you put the gun down

and we'll have ourselves a drink.

Come on, I'm buying.

It'll be my pleasure.

Where'd you find this?

It's my mom's.

She keeps it under the bar.

- Your mom owns this place?

- Nah. Bartender.

She around?

Up the street.

Went to check the light

in the church.

- Light?

- Yeah.

A guy came by saying

he saw a light in that church.

A guy?

How long ago?

He's gone now.

You got a nice generator

down there.

How much gas

you got left?

I don't know.

My mom told me to keep feeding

it every few hours, though.

You a strong kid, Jesse James?

Strong enough.

Good. Drink up.

You're gonna need it.


Here. Batteries work.

You're gonna help us

get us both out of here.

I'm not going nowhere.

I've got to wait for my mom.

She just went up the street

to the church.

She told me

to stay right here.

We need to get out of this city.

You understand?

I'm not going nowhere.

We're moving out

when she comes back

with some people.

What people?

There are no people.

Don't matter.

She told me she'd be back.

Have you taken a look

outside lately, James?

It's, like,

And it's fucking pitch black!

I've been out there

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