Why won't Shymalymadingdong just make a straight up horror comedy already? He's clearly itching to let loose. I saw the twist in this coming from a mile and a half away, but I was still pretty damn entertained regardless.
M. Night is a curious case—you can't accuse him of not having good ideas, only of not filtering out the bad ones. This rebound is worth a skeptic's time, initially not a horror film but a look at filmmaking and childhood angst before it becomes solid B-horror with a high-low fusion to make Val Lewton proud. Then he ends it on a final credits sequence so incredibly wrong I'm amazed no one pulled the plug.
Shyamalan's cornball sentimentality is on full display here, and it's really rather winning. There's a fun looseness to much of the film... but also a slavish commitment to schemas and structure like much of Shyamalan's filmography. The found footage is convincing, but also disappointing, hiding Shyamalan's real skill as a visual storyteller beneath (purposefully) sloppy framing.
Just terrible. Shyamalan comes to the found footage genre well past it's expiry date and fails miserably in this horror film without a shred of horror. I was going to start this comment with a question: 'Who keeps giving this guy money to make films?' but then I found it was mostly self financed. Every plot point is without surprise and the performances are quite dismal. One of the 2015's worse.
["Let it swing organically"<3]I: Deanna Dunagan as a Lilian Gish-clone on MDMA/ II: Sundowning as an excuse for murder/III: THE best screenplay brought to film in 2015/IV: uber Oldhood ('Lights out at 9.30, we old'+adult diapers)vs Younghood ('Oh snap, this' some candy for the ladies':Tyler 'wrecking' the serious weekend vacation Doc to include a YT-like "vine"/ The best Zoom In of the Decade...[contd. in comments]