M. Night Shyamalan (better known as Shyamalama-ding-dong to his critics) is going out on a limb with his new film, The Happening, as he takes on an R rating for the first time. His past few films have suggested Shyamalan might suffer from some kind of aquatic malady — not just because of his damp downer, Lady in the Water, but because of the frequency with which he directs flops that sink.
It’s easy to talk smack about Shyamalan, if only because of his penchant for biting the hand that feeds him (and feeds him well), sometimes to the point of drawing blood. There was a time when he touted himself as the next Spielberg (I guess that used to be a good thing), but now he’s perhaps coming to the realization that, like a famous stand-up comedian who can no longer write a punchline, an audience will have just as little patience for a director who can’t deliver watchable films.
Shyamalan hopes to make audiences extremely uncomfortable – nay, traumatized – with his next film. This is a distinct possibility. Anyone else remember how they felt after spending over ten dollars to watch The Village?