Director: M.
Night Shyamalan | Starring:
Bryce Dallas Howard, Joaquin Phoenix, Adrien
Brody, William Hurt, Sigourney Weaver
Released: 2004
| Runtime: 108m
| Rating (out of 5):
** |
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I must say that I was
excited to see this one when the first trailers came out. It looked
scary and suspenseful and smart. Unfortunately it ended up failing
on all three fronts. Scary it most certainly was not. Although I cared
not so much about that aspect. Suspenseful? A tiny bit, but nothing
you wouldn't get from any late night, Shannon
Tweed suspense movie you ran across on cable. And smart? This
is generally something you can rely on with M. Night, but this one
falls off quite a bit. Of course there is a big plot twist in the
film. That goes almost without saying. Unfortunately I figured it
out early on in the movie and it sort of sat back there and ruined
large chunks of it for me. Also, where M. Night usually reveals too
little of the mystery in his movies--often leaving gaping plot holes--he
almost shows his hand too much in this one, showing almost all of
the creepy and mysterious things to be very pedestrian and boring.
It's like thinking for years that your house is haunted, and then
one day walking into the attic, flipping on the light and realizing
it's just a metal hanger rattling against the eaves when the air conditioning
compressor turns on. Disappointing to say the least. The majority
of the story revolves around the lover affair between Joaquin Phoenix's
character, Lucius, and Bryce Dallas Howard's character, Ivy. Ivy is
blind, of course, and Lucius is a hard working, earnest young man
who has captured her heart (blech). Side note: who knew Ron Howard
could sire something so attractive? The whole blind thing ends up
being pretty gimmicky (as it usually does in films) and is sort of
a red herring in terms of the mystery of the village. I suppose the
story could have been relatively interesting if it weren't completely
based on a secret that's given away before it's given away. And who
the hell stole William Hurt's soul? I swear there was a time when
he could act. Apparently he's been taking inflection lessons from
Andie
MacDowell's acting coach. The guy's performance was flat as a
board. And it wasn't just the oddball mish-mash of modern and early
American vernacular and phrasing--he just sucked it up. Adrien Brody
is pretty awful as well, doing his best DiCaprio,
village idiot impression from What's
Eating Gilbert Grape. Seriously, he totally cops Leo's act, but
does about one-tenth as well. I seem to recall reading about those
two hanging out as part of the so-called "pussy posse,"
so I guess it makes sense. What doesn't make sense is Shyamalan's
handling of what at its core was a good idea that went terribly awry.
[DVD]
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