M. Night Shaymalan’s eschews the trick
endings of his other movies for a fable set in a Philadelphia apartment
complex, but a convoluted story and some trite philosophizing make this easily
the weakest of his post-Sixth
Sense output.
I was rooting for this to be good. Not only is filmmaker M.
Night Shaymalan a local Philadelphia guy, but he’s managed to continue to
pursue a highly personal vision while still making Hollywood blockbusters. His
latest recalls his genuine classic, The Sixth Sense, as well as E.T. I
recall specifically that those were much better films. The movie starts off
with a monologue about how a race of undersea people occasionally try to
contact us, but we’ve forgotten how to listen. Everything else takes place in
an apartment complex, where the building’s maintenance man (Paul Giamatti)
discovers one of these creatures in the pool. Besides the typically strong
sense of place, Giamatti’s performance as the building super with a sad past
(named Cleveland) is the other reason to watch. The ethereally pale Bryce
Dallas Howard has the right look for the part of the alien--sorry “narf,” as
she’s called. She speaks in the time-honored way of otherworldly characters, which
is to speak flatly, enunciate, use abstract words (like “beings” to describe
humans), and absolutely avoid contractions.
It is all the better to suggest
importance where there is none, and to convey the New Age-y spirituality
Shaymalan intends. Really, though, it never does get very far beyond that
opening voiceover. There are many layers to this fairy tale, but they form
nothing. The narf, who is called Story, requires a “healer” and a “seeker” and
a couple of other people to help her get back to her world. Trying to stop them
are some nasty beasties called scrunts. If nothing else, these are at least
better rendered than the aliens in the equally stupid, but less convoluted, Signs.
I couldn’t keep this Story straight, but Cleveland is luckier. In a remarkably
lame plot device, there’s a Korean family in the complex who simply explain
everything to him. The other tenants are happily credulous; no one questions
what the hell this Blue World is that Story comes from. The most important
tenant is played by the director himself, as a writer who may someday change
the world. He’ll have to come up with something better than Lady in the
Water. Shaymalan reportedly left Disney Studios over its criticism of the
script for this film. I hate to side with the megacorporation against the
auteur, but….
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