Poor Hayden Christensen. It really is a shame that those prequels (you know the ones of which I speak; in the years since the franchise has been resurrected by the new trilogy, I refuse to even list the prequels as part of the continuity) were so lousy that they derailed his career. The guy actually can act, sometimes. THE VANISHING ON SEVENTH STREET is proof of that. Granted, any competent actor could have done what he does, but still, give the guy the credit he deserves.
This one has shades of NIGHT OF THE COMET. People start vanishing. Only a handful are left, and over the course of the film they find their way to each other. The days are growing shorter, or the hours of sunlight, and it seems there is something in the darkness that is taking people. The survivors are left to contend with a world where light is becoming a rarer commodity, with no power and with only matches or a chugging generator soon to run out of gasoline to provide any reprieve from the shadows, shadows that move of their own volition, that seem to be alive. Sound like fun? It is. This one proves that sometimes it’s the things you don’t see that are the scariest.