Loosely translated, this is not a movie about superheroes.
In fact, I still haven't figured out what it is, to be honest. The obvious answer is that it's a psychological thriller with supernatural overtones... but when has Shyamalan ever done the obvious? No, I think it may possibly be something quite different.
I think it's possible that this movie is Shyamalan's condemnation of society as we know it - after all, the "hero" (David) meets his end at the hands of the "authorities", and the overarching concept is one of hiding and destroying Those Who Are Not Normal.
Could this be a social statement?
Could Shyamalan mean this as a warning about a possible uprising after the three-ring circus our socio-political system has become? Is it a call to action before the REAL enemy with the clover tattoos has total control?
Maybe I'm giving him too much credit for subtlety... but it sure feels like we're supposed to see something of ourselves in each of the three focal figures and sympathize with them in different ways.
And James McAvoy, oh dear me - if I didn't already love him I'd be a fan after this one. Extraordinary. The only conceit they resort to in his multiple portrayals is brown eyes and a bit of prosthetics work for the Beast; everything else is pure body language and facial nuances, and he does it so well it's terrifying.
The movie is worth sitting through even if it's just to see his performance.
With all that in mind, this is unfortunately a terribly flawed creation in many ways.
The dialogue is dreadful, the pacing is bizarre, and the overall scenery is watered-down to the point of being boring. Casey is a cartoony rendition of Stockholm Syndrome Gone Wild; she, David's son, and Elijah's mother are pulled into the story without truly adding ANYTHING of any value to it except their presence; and there's too much time spent showing off crazy camera angles and extreme close-ups, and not enough time filling in great big GAPING holes in the plot.
It depends far too much on our suspension of disbelief, but gives us very little to hang our collective jackets on. All in all, one of the most poorly-executed movies he's ever signed off on.
And yet, I cannot help but be intrigued by it. It stays in my mind and wiggles its way into my subconscious. Is Shyamalan really a genius after all? Has he hidden a deep, world-altering message in a wretched shambles of a movie so that the general public will spurn it... but so that the people who NEED to get the message will see it and recognize it for what it is? The thronged masses in the train station at the end, staring numbly at their electronic devices, being exposed to the presence of something unpredictable and dangerous that's been hiding under their very noses - is that us?
The simple possibility that this is, in fact, the case makes me like this movie more by the moment.
In fact, I still haven't figured out what it is, to be honest. The obvious answer is that it's a psychological thriller with supernatural overtones... but when has Shyamalan ever done the obvious? No, I think it may possibly be something quite different.
I think it's possible that this movie is Shyamalan's condemnation of society as we know it - after all, the "hero" (David) meets his end at the hands of the "authorities", and the overarching concept is one of hiding and destroying Those Who Are Not Normal.
Could this be a social statement?
Could Shyamalan mean this as a warning about a possible uprising after the three-ring circus our socio-political system has become? Is it a call to action before the REAL enemy with the clover tattoos has total control?
Maybe I'm giving him too much credit for subtlety... but it sure feels like we're supposed to see something of ourselves in each of the three focal figures and sympathize with them in different ways.
And James McAvoy, oh dear me - if I didn't already love him I'd be a fan after this one. Extraordinary. The only conceit they resort to in his multiple portrayals is brown eyes and a bit of prosthetics work for the Beast; everything else is pure body language and facial nuances, and he does it so well it's terrifying.
The movie is worth sitting through even if it's just to see his performance.
With all that in mind, this is unfortunately a terribly flawed creation in many ways.
The dialogue is dreadful, the pacing is bizarre, and the overall scenery is watered-down to the point of being boring. Casey is a cartoony rendition of Stockholm Syndrome Gone Wild; she, David's son, and Elijah's mother are pulled into the story without truly adding ANYTHING of any value to it except their presence; and there's too much time spent showing off crazy camera angles and extreme close-ups, and not enough time filling in great big GAPING holes in the plot.
It depends far too much on our suspension of disbelief, but gives us very little to hang our collective jackets on. All in all, one of the most poorly-executed movies he's ever signed off on.
And yet, I cannot help but be intrigued by it. It stays in my mind and wiggles its way into my subconscious. Is Shyamalan really a genius after all? Has he hidden a deep, world-altering message in a wretched shambles of a movie so that the general public will spurn it... but so that the people who NEED to get the message will see it and recognize it for what it is? The thronged masses in the train station at the end, staring numbly at their electronic devices, being exposed to the presence of something unpredictable and dangerous that's been hiding under their very noses - is that us?
The simple possibility that this is, in fact, the case makes me like this movie more by the moment.
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