All Dressed Up and No Place to Go
Sadly, M. Night Shyamalan’s Unbreakable hasn’t held up well, suffering from an inability to transcend its conceit.
Sadly, M. Night Shyamalan’s Unbreakable hasn’t held up well, suffering from an inability to transcend its conceit.
Why oh why did I assent to River Cities’ Reader film critic Mike Schulz’s inebriated suggestion that we record a commentary track for Lady in the Water?
It is, of course, bad form to kick M. Night Shyamalan when he’s down, but here goes.
In a review full of great lines, here is perhaps the best from Jim Emerson’s pan of the Great and Powerful and Self-Absorbed M. Night’s The Lady in the Water: “They live in water and are desperate to communicate warnings to Man, but Man has forgotten how to listen. They are sort of like amphibious Al Gores.”
Bashing The Village, of course, is easy. But out of M. Night Shyamalan’s plodding, over-deliberate bore — neither intellectually stimulating nor marginally entertaining — could have been salvaged a good, serious, potentially wrenching exploration of the concept of the social contract.