Some things in life could be argued to defy explanation. The ability of a duck to know which direction south is. The tenacious determination of a chicken without a head to run around moments before death. And perhaps most of all, the compellingly self-destructive downward spiral that is M Night Shamayalan’s career. Having heard Mark Kermode give a damning review, I decided to see for myself if it really was even more fantastically awful than The Lady in the Water.
I've seen all the rest of Shyamalan's films and I wanted to be sure that the God complex, the badly written dialogue and the apologetic acting were still there. They were. It must be a horrible thought to know that your greatest film is already nine years behind you. How does M Night get to sleep at night?
13/07/08 @ 12:06