Black Cadillac

In the dead‑of‑night on a snow‑blanketed Wisconsin highway, three friends drift toward a reckless weekend of freedom. They slip into a dim roadhouse seeking a brief respite before heading east, the cold wind howling outside while the low hum of a nearby bar provides a restless soundtrack. The landscape is stark, the roads endless, and the atmosphere hangs heavy with the promise of something unseen prowling just beyond the glow of neon lights.

The trio consists of Scott, a quick‑tempered driver who lives for the rush of the open road; C.J. Longhammer, whose dry humor masks a deeper yearning for escape; and Robby, the steady hand whose loyalty keeps the group grounded. Their night takes a sudden, unsettling turn when a sleek, obsidian 1957 Cadillac limousines itself into view, its presence a silent accusation that lingers in the rear‑view mirror. Along the way they pick up Charlie, a talkative deputy sheriff whose broken cruiser forces him into their cramped passenger seat, adding an uneasy layer of authority and camaraderie.

The tone of the film is a cold, high‑octane chase that fuses the stark beauty of the winter wilderness with a growing sense of dread. A lone car becomes a relentless pursuer, its black silhouette a rolling omen that seems to feed on the trio’s every mistake. As the mileage climbs and the engine’s roar echoes across frozen fields, the boundary between a simple night‑out and a night of reckoning blurs, hinting at a deeper vendetta that drives the darkness forward. The audience is left wondering who—or what—is truly behind the wheel, and what price will be paid for daring to outrun it.

Last Updated: October 23, 2025 at 16:15