I’m baffled here. How could anyone have so much hatred for poor artistically challenged M.NS. After Stuart Little and The Sixth Sense it has all been downhill for him but you don’t have to pay to go and see them.
Don’t you have shorts or movie reviews? You don’t have to be a genius to work out that this is dross. So why bother attending?
And M.NS still deserves kudos for Stuart Little and The Sixth Sense.
** Puts William Arnold of The Seattle Post-Intelligencer on Ignore List **
I love this line,
As a matter of fact, tdn, I had not read Ebert’s review of Caligula. Ignorance fought!
I should send the rest of the day reading Ebert’s reviews, but I’ve got things to do. 
See, you’ve got it completely backwards. There is no cult around M. Night. I suspect you won’t find many fan sites, little fan fic, and few YouTube tributes. But are there some people who are curious about his films? Yes, but that number keeps dwindling as the success of The Sixth Sense fades into memory.
Whedon’s films don’t make money (you could hear the crickets at Firefly screenings), but his fans are genuinely cultish–fever-obsessed about every little thing that he’s rumored to be associated with. The difference is that while Whedon projects may, at times, be wildly overrated, they are rarely B-A-D.
M. Night really needs to direct someone else’s script for a change. The only good things you can say about his movies anymore is that he helps keep the amazing James Newton Howard employed.
Does he specialize in angry plants or something? The only bit of M. Night Spellingerror’s work I’ve ever seen is about 2 minutes of Lady in the Water, showing Paul Giametti laying on the ground and gasping while being threatened by a hyena made of lawn clippings. Are there any great plant attacks in his other movies that I should see?
I think that is too limiting because I have seen no movie starring Mr Arkin since “Wait Until Dark” that did not suck one yak while fisting two horses. He should’ve been banned from making movies forty years ago.
The In-Laws is awesome and The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Edward Scissorhands, Glengarry Glen Ross, Grosse Pointe Blank, The Seven-Per-Cent Solution, The Slums of Beverly Hills and, yes even Little Miss Sunshine are all pretty good.
Furious Marmot,
Nope.
Sixth Sense
Bruce Willis is dead. He helps the boy come to terms with his power and help people, and at the same time overcomes his own attachments and moves on.
Unbreakable
Samuel L. Jackson caused the crash. He’s an evil would-be supervillain.
Signs
This is the most conflicted one, since it’s a good psychological portrayal but the internal logic just doesn’t hold up. The aliens die from water or something.
The Village
The village is in modern day. Believe it or not, I and many other people fgured this out from the trailer, just because of what the trailer emphasized (early American rusticity) alongside our knowledge of his twists. The elders made a monsters costume to scare the kids into staying. The blind girl is sent out ( :rolleyes: ) and roams around until she comes to a security office and road.
Lady in the Water
I have no idea. I never saw it. Apparently M. Nihg Shyamalan himself plays a writer who is so brilliant he’s going to be the next Jesus and Buddha rolled into one. This grotesque display of arrogance pissed the critics off right away. The lady is apparently from a storybook or something. And a movie critic is cast as a quasi-villain. That did not particualrly endear Mr. Shyamalan to them either.
I have never been a huge fan of The Man With The Overly Long Name. People claim he’s an awesome director, but his films Move. So. Slowly. Most directors can make a film move, but I can’t stand to watch his flicks in bites of more than 20 minutes. A good director can make an intense action sequence slow for tension, or fast for excitement. M. N. S. makes everything flow at the same extremely slow rate.
Holy crap, I’m glad I never watched The Village. It was either that or they were in a technologically degenerate future with mutants or something in the woods . Who am I kidding, that would have been more fun. If even I can figure out one of his twists, then he sucks mightily.
He was great as The Chief in Get Smart.
The first is barely, if at all, within the 40 years specified, and is a drama, and I’ll give you that he’s not a bad dramatic actor. The comedies–Arkin’s presence and his Woody-Allen-neurotic-except-not-remotely-funny-because-louder-does-not-equal-funnier schtick ruined them for me. Or would’ve, had I seen them, but since they had Alan Arkin I skipped them. Ditto for Steve Carrell, so I’m doubly unlikely to see either Little Miss Sunshine or Get Smart.
Gotcha, so when you said:
, you should’ve added “which really doesn’t mean anything because I’ve barely seen any of his best-reviewed films since then anyway”. :rolleyes:
I don’t understand your analysis of the film. You think God arranged the entire thing just for the benefit of Gibson’s character?
That did seem to be the what the film was saying from my point of view.
Which is why I prefer The Village - it at least has the sweet love story and a pretty soundtrack.
The Happening would be more believable if people were killing themselves
because they saw Lady in the Water.
Since the list Archive Guy posted was headed up by The In-Laws, and your response seemed to be mitigating the inconsistency of your argument wrt the first one on the list, I’m presuming you’re referring to The In-Laws. Now, that said:
The In-Laws is a drama? And nearly-or-possibly-over 40 years old? The 1979 comedy starring Arkin and Peter Falk?
I gotta wonder what movie you’re talking about here.
Christ, enough about Alan Arkin! Horse semen! Horse semen! Great globs of yellowish-grey, stinking horse jissum - streaking from the nozzles of fire-hoses connected to a great vat of come, thousands of pounds of pressure sending the great waves of semen flooding through the hallways of M. Night Shyamalan’s mansion, knocking paintings from the walls, breaking windows and setting off burglar alarms, flowing flowing flowing until the great tidal wave of horse semen finally reaches Shyamalan’s bed-chamber and fills his room to the brim, drowning him in the stuff.
A combination works fine for M. Night, being a hack.
Well, I see we already have a replacement for Carlin.