Friday, July 16, 2010

The downfall of film director, M. Night Shyamalan (Sixth Sense, Signs)

"It was a particularly sizzling July afternoon during the summer of 1999 when I trudged across the Disney Studios Burbank lot toward my appointed destination. To tell the truth, by then an air-conditioned screening room held a lot more promise than what was being shown -- some new Bruce Willis thriller. After all, Willis hadn't exactly been box office dynamite in recent years, what with stuff like The Siege and The Jackal. So I selected a seat positioned directly beneath an air vent and settled in just as the lights started to go down. Some two hours later I was effectively chilled -- and it had absolutely nothing to do with the A/C. It had everything to do with The Sixth Sense," writes Michael Rechtshaffen. "By the time it officially hit theatres a couple of weeks later, the drama with the killer twist ending and the haunted kid who saw dead people was well on its way to becoming a pop culture phenomenon. Everyone was asking, who's this M. Night Shyamalan (pictured) guy and where did he come from? A decade later, they're asking why he's still here. Because, in recent years, with the exception of, say, Signs, his subsequent output has become increasingly ridiculous, not to mention eye-rolling pretentious."