Since I hate spoilers, I won’t discuss the plot except to say that it involves four differently unlikable people in a derelict bar who find themselves questioning reality in various and ongoing 9/11 conspiracy theories. Seemingly a comedy when it begins, Yankee gets more and more chilling.
Conspiracy theories can be lots of fun if you like that sort of thing. I remember spending hours in 1969 following the “clues” that Paul McCartney was dead. My fellow truth-seekers even had a turntable that could play “Revolution 9” backward. We scared ourselves silly. Didn’t believe it, of course. It was just another form of entertainment that requires suspension of logic — like going to a “haunted house” that you know isn’t real, but you get spooked anyway.
Set in 2005, Yankee starts with a barrage of outlandish conspiracy theories from oldtimer Ray: Bob Rak as a credible blowhard with a tender side. The shrewish Janet, taken through some serious changes by Ursula Asmus Sears, disparages Ray — and also Adam, her fiancé. As the latter, Malic Williams is an odd choice for the heir to an Irish bar, but convincing as a scholar of international studies who warns of the dangers of 9/11 urban legends. Quite a complex character. And then there’s the man of mystery, Palmer; John Siciliano starts with a touch of whimsy, then gradually ratchets up the menace. Wow, you’re almost ready to sign up with the Truthers after his disquisition.