Man, Shyamalan is frustrating. At the time, people judged this largely by its ending (spoiled for me far in advance) and as an allegory for Bush. But really, it deserves to be judged as an allegory for grief, and on that count it works. But how can a director capable of such ideas fail to notice that his actors stumble over his lines, or how often elements that should be serious are instead atonal and silly?
After investigating the urban myth, as well as the superhero myth, Shyamalan instead looks back to the origin of the American religious myth for social control before investigating myths altogether in Lady in the Water. This film is gorgeous and pensive but it confesses a bit too much in the latter half. Underrated.
Both hushed and hammy! Very stilted/ stylised dialogue that I found myself enjoying by the end of the film for its fairytale qualities. Good monster design too with the porcupine quills (as pictured). The twists are predictable (though they're only requisite box-office draw) and it doesn't add up to much, but it's enjoyable in its daft, earnest way. And I hadn't seen a film this strongly colour-coded in ages!