My wife and I went out last night and saw the new M. Night Shyamalan film, Signs. While it wasn’t quite as good as The Sixth Sense or Unbreakable, it was still excellent, and well worth seeing in the theatre… perhaps more than once.
Mel Gibson fans will not be disappointed… this is one of his best performances ever. If you liked him in Man Without a Face, then you should like this. He’s not disfigured in Signs, but he has the same subtlety, reserve, and honesty in Signs that he had in that film.
Much of the film is distinctly creepy. Through excellent use of sound and minimal visuals, there are many scary moments. The best part is that most of the really scary stuff is left to your imagination, as you hear noises around Graham’s (Mel Gibson’s) house, or see shadows moving against an indistinct background. The only disappointing part in this regard was the ending, where you finally see what has been hidden for so long. It probably couldn’t have been done any other way, but as always, the imagination can create far more frightening creatures than Hollywood can. Most of the film depends upon the audience’s imagination, but the end gives away a little too much, especially since the rest of the film was so well-done.
There are also many funny moments in the film, as Atreyu pointed out, which was a pleasant surprise and gave the film a little more humanity than Shyamalan’s previous work. I didn’t expect a movie like this to have such an acute sense of humour, but it definitely made it more enjoyable. One of Mel’s lines early on – “I am insane with anger!” – got the whole audience laughing. It’s all in his delivery, and the context of course. See it and see what I mean. Even in one of the most emotionally wrenching moments, closer to the end, there is a touch of wit than made me laugh and cry all at the same time. It definitely lends a human warmth to what could have been a cold film.
Anyway… obviously, I quite liked it. I’d recommend this film to anyone, as long as you don’t mind being scared.
As to FallenAngel’s comments about Shyamalan being “hamfisted,” I can only disagree. I find that M. Night is a remarkably subtle director, and tends to trust his audience a great deal more than most directors do. Peter Weir does it a bit better, but M. Night has a remarkable faith that his audience is capableof drawing their own conclusions about his themes. Compared to Spielberg’s “Sledge-O-Matic” moralizing, M. Night is far preferable. Signs is a pretty good example of this, too.