When a small town skateboarder moves to the big city to pursue his dreams, he encounters a nightmare. Director Andrew Lyman-Clarke tells this tale through several compelling twists and turns in Night Sweats.
Yuri (Kyle DeSpiegler) has just landed in New York City to live with his friend Jake (John Francomacaro) and see where the world takes him. Soon, he meets Jake’s friend MK (Mary Elaine Ramsey), and things seem to be going really well, but the night they officially become romantically involved, Jake gets deathly sick. Yuri calls 911, and a mysterious muscular man (Brett Azar) arrives at the door claiming to be an EMT. He quickly attends to Jake and runs out the door, leaving Yuri on the phone, confused. With the help of a local medical examiner (Allison Mackie), Yuri soon finds himself immersed in a conspiracy involving a strange self-help company, big pharma, and the massive city around him.
“When a small town skateboarder moves to the big city to pursue his dreams, he encounters a nightmare.”
Despite obviously limited resources, Lyman-Clarke delivers a thoroughly engaging thriller that keeps you hooked from beginning to end. Rather than bury his story in needless filters and CGI effects, he keeps it simple, allowing the story to unfold slowly and realistically while building tension in every scene with a stellar cast and solid screenplay. Sure, it’s a little rough around the edges compared to your typical Hollywood A+ fare – particularly if you know NYC geography, quickly grow tired of subtle hand-held camera and take issue with slut-shaming – but these are minor problems when presented with what is ultimately a strong film. Especially considering Lyman-Clarke’s portrayal of sickness using artistic license to create an unsettling psychedelic bad-trip experience.