"Nightfall" is not by any means Isaac Asimov's best short story, but he did suggest he'd never read one better by a writer not yet twenty by the time he wrote it. (I have read better short stories written by teens, but not too many.) But this film is a remarkable thing, with a cast doused in oil (they are literally all greasy, for no obvious reason) and striving for Art in the most inept manner possible; David Birney's patented, smug non-performance is the closest thing to competence in that regard. The script bears only the faintest resemblance to Asimov's plot, and the film just might've been shot in the remaining standing sets of THE LAST TEMPTATION OF Christ (which might explain the oiliness of the cast--all might've been wearing cheap sunscreen that the makeup crew had no idea how to conceal). In striving for Art, it inspires nausea, or at least it did in my companion when we saw it in its very brief theatrical run (it was released by Cineplex Odeon, who were mostly a theater chain), and so we walked out, since I had absolutely no reason to linger, either. At least the other oiliest movie I've ever seen, Mira Nair's KAMA SUTRA, had the slightest of rationales for such an unctuous experience...and was ever so slightly better as a film. I am very amused that another no-budget, apparently awful film of "Nightfall" has been perpetrated since this one.
