M. Night Shyamalan is at it again, this time in ye old thriller, The Village. I am not going to bother spoiling it for you, there are plenty of reviews out there for it already, but I will tell you that its not worth the price of admission. While the movie remains a treat for the eyes, and Shyamalan proves he is one of the best directors in recent years, the story is still boring and uneven, and Shyamalan continues to be an awful writer. The movie is made up of bad dialogue, saved only partially by a few noteworthy performances, and a plot that amounts to one big pill to swallow.
Was it as wretched as Signs? Hmmm. I haven’t decided. I try not to think about Signs too much anymore. Though I will say this, Shyamalan learned his lesson from his last movie. Signs was full of so many loose ends and contradictions that it made Shyamalan throw his mug on screen yet again in the closing minutes of The Village to force feed us a nice neat package of plot-spackle. No loose ends here folks, *phew* that was a close one.
I got to see The Village with a friend who was a villager extra in the film, and she brought further grief by telling me about the original ending, which was astoundingly worse. I am surprised, with how much creative control he is able to maintain, that Shyamalan still resorts to movie-closeout “gotchas”. Doesn’t he feel like a one-trick-pony? Shyamalan is like a friend you know who can dislocate their shoulder and is always getting asked to do so at parties and social gatherings. I would think after four movies it would leave him reeling “Hey guys! I can do other things too! Seriously! Guys?”.