Andy Fickman’s Don’t Turn Out the Lights brings a group of friends together for a birthday celebration and road trip to a music festival. But their plans hit a bump when vehicle troubles leave them stranded in creepy woods at night. As strange occurrences escalate around their RV hiding place, tensions rise within the group as well.
Fickman takes his time introducing the seven travelers early on. We learn about their relationships and personalities through lighthearted exchange during the drive. Birthday girl Olivia brings along her closest pals from high school days. Also along for the adventure are Olivia’s musician boyfriend Michael and his rugged ex-military roommate Jason. The characters feel authentic in their interactions, giving a grounded starting point before eerie turns.
Disagreements first surface when their van breaks down, hiking up tensions further when uncanny events start. Personality clashes and distrust sow seeds that the looming mystery may exploit. Fickman develops just enough character complexity to make the uncertainty chilling rather than purely bizarre.
When fright night descends, we worry more about characters we now know rather than stock types going through motions. Their scramble for logic and safety amid the strange sounds resonates because of early character work.
A Vanful of Individuals
Let’s take a closer look at the seven main characters embarking on this ill-fated road trip. Andy Fickman takes his time introducing each one in the early going, giving us a sense of their personalities and dynamics and how they may act when troubles arise.
Olivia, the birthday girl, seems more focused on appearances than appreciating her friends. Michael goes along to please his high-maintenance girlfriend. Carrie and Gaby have an obvious rivalry, but their deeper feelings remain unclear. Are they really just frenemies?
Then we have Chris, who just wants to get high and go with the flow. As the one stoner in the pack, he brings some comic relief, but will that prevent him from panicking under pressure? Ex-Marine Jason is the rational backbone but keeps people at arm’s length. Are there hidden depths to his story as well?
Rounding them out is Sarah, a mysterious wild card. While other pairings get definitions, her motivations and what shapes her remain shadows. This absence of details on diverse characters like her and Jason leaves their actions open to debate when danger strikes.
Admittedly, the characters fall into genial yet generic categories at first. But Fickman gives us glimpses that each has their own life experiences and insecurities too. Their bonds are complex, not simple. This makes their fates and faults in a crisis feel authentic, not just plot devices. Had we known their stories better, rooting for them to overcome the menace would feel more meaningfully intense.
So while not entirely relatable as people yet, Fickman establishes the setup for these characters to show depth and surprise us if given the chance. Their humanity shines through even the narrative’s lean description, keeping us engaged in their journey into the unknown.
An Uncertain Journey
The setup is straightforward: a group of seven friends embark on a road trip to a music festival. Right away we learn about their relationships and personalities. Olivia organizes the outing to celebrate her birthday.
Driving there in an old RV, their journey hits a snag when the vehicle breaks down in a remote spot. This inciting incident sparks the rising intrigue. As night falls, strange sounds emerge from outside the van.
Fickman teases possibilities without fully explaining them. Red herrings arise that never get resolved. Are the creaks and cries just tricks of the mind in the dark? Questions emerge but find no answers.
As unease mounts, characters start disappearing. The RV sanctuary no longer feels safe. Reality and delusion blend, ramping up an unsettling disorientation.
In escalating panic, the dwindling group grasps at plausible scenarios, but none feel satisfying. Plenty of foreshadowing hinted at backstories left untapped. Who or what stalks outside remains shrouded in ambiguity.
By the bleak conclusion, more questions loom than when they set out. Fickman leaves the destination and purpose of their wanderings as uncertain as when their journey began. Some find this unfulfilling, but it fuels ongoing debate.
Not all storylines pay off or close fully. Yet keeping an unknown menace obscure grants an unsettling edge over tidy revelations. The perplexing finale suits a tale that thrives on inducing psychological unease over outright scares.
Ghosts in the Machine
Don’t Turn Out the Lights fits firmly in the horror/thriller genre, tapping established conventions yet putting its own spin. Stuck in a single location with something unknown haunting the perimeter screams “Isolation Horror.” But substituting a broken-down RV for the woods or cabin gives the trope fresh life.
Characters like the “Final Girl,” Carrie, and “Meathead” comic relief Chris feels the inevitabilities of the form. But fleshing them out, like volatile histories between the women, engages viewers beyond predictable roles. We share their suspense rather than judge poor decisions.
Jump scares are a dime a dozen, but Fickman gets creative. Unsettling sounds localized to a door or window twist the mind more than any bogeyman might. A debate over a vision outside raises psychological terror over gore.
More than lazily relying on formulas, Fickman experiments within their bounds. A meager budget becomes an asset, forcing ambiguity and doubts in place of reveals. We see only suggestions of a threat, freeing imagination to envision terrors money can’t buy.
This ghost-in-the-software approach keeps viewers unbalanced like the characters. No force is ever confirmed, leaving rationales overlapping into a disorienting, anxiety-fueled blur. Formulas fold in on themselves, more unnerving than if played straight.
So while following genre blueprints, Don’t Turn Out the Lights subtly subverts expectations. Financial limitations become an asset, lending Fickman’s debut an unsettling identity all its own.
Capturing the Creeping Dread
Despite constraints, Fickman crafts an unsettling tone through visuals. Close-ups intensify anguish, fear flickering across faces. Shadowy interiors cloak danger within normalcy.
When disturbances emerge, the camera shakes as if experiencing events personally. This puts viewers inside unstable psychology, ramping suspicions. Overreliance sways effect—more steady compositions could sustain tension without inducing nausea.
Darkness and uncertainty become Fickman’s most potent monsters. Only fleeting glimpses of yellow eyes manifest one lurking menace. Ambiguity stimulates imagination more than any physical form ever could.
Strategic lighting teases at what may dwell just outside visibility. Better timed reveals could amplify chills, but Fickman favors doubts over answers. Suspense stems from not knowing, keeping audiences as unbalanced as the characters.
Tight interiors augment claustrophobia, but fresh air may have freshened certain scenes. More location filming could swap sterile confines for natural backdrops, amplifying eeriness.
Overall, Fickman extracts maximal fright from minimal resources. Clever camerawork and production highlight strengths and downplay shortcomings. Cinematography becomes another character stirring unease into an unnerving plot that lingers by leaving stones unturned.
Into the Night’s Unknown
So in wrapping up, Don’t Turn Out the Lights brings both chills and frustrations. Fickman shows real flair for mood and idea. Fans of ambiguity will find food for thought in its unanswered questions. But genre diehards seeking scares may feel let down.
By focusing on cultivating unease over full-fledged terror and shying from resolution, it risks leaving some cold. Yet Fickman creates a sense of invading madness that lingers long after. He proves himself an unpolished talent with craft.
Performances feel stilted and characters cliche, limiting investment. More background could have made their fears profoundly disturbing. Still, clever camerawork and an unsettling score compensate where budget fell short.
Is it entirely successful? Debate will continue down dark country roads. But Fickman takes risks, pursuing a fresh vision. Those willing to get lost in his night’s unknown may find it a creepy ride after all. Genre aficionados willing to get strange may find this debut’s pervading sense of the unknown lingers longest.
The Review
Don't Turn Out the Lights
While Don't Turn Out the Lights stumbles in places, credit is due to Fickman for crafting an unnerving atmosphere on a shoestring budget. Ambiguities may frustrate some, but keeping viewers as unbalanced as the characters proves an effective twist on genre tropes. Imperfect but ambitious, as a debut, its creepy qualities outweigh flaws.
PROS
- Atmospheric cinematography and sound design effectively build dread.
- Non-linear storyline and ambiguity sustain psychological tension.
- Low-budget constraints utilized to enhance the film's unsettling qualities
CONS
- Thinly written characters without much development or nuance
- Over-reliance on shaky cameras risks causing viewers nausea.
- Fails to sufficiently pay off built tension or answer key questions
