FIlm review: Night Sweats
David Cronenberg is not the worst model for a filmmaker looking to make a mark on a limited budget: Cronenberg’s own early features used their limitations to amplify a sense of nameless dread in the midst of seemingly ordinary situations. Debuting director Andrew Lyman-Clarke and his co-writer Seth Panman hit a lot of the right marks with their venereal horror thriller Night Sweats (beginning with that excellent title), though they run out of steam before an ending that doesn’t provide the intended frisson.