24 year old writer/director.
Don't read my old reviews!
Cannot stress enough just how gorgeously arranged this is: on a shot-by-shot basis it's hard to think of really any other American genre director (bar Carpenter?) whose scene construction is as frequently elegant. Unfortunately, like much of Shyamalan's earlier work, the film is also exceedingly portentous. The driving idea here is a good one: to run away from tragedy and pain is to run away from what makes us vulnerable and real (i.e... human!). But once the intrigue in uncovering…
The ultimate “genre film”. Emotive and affecting in the loopiest ways (I cried), aided by some of Shyamalan’s most considered, elegaic direction. All this is capped off with a meta-textual twist that many people are taking much, much too literally (it’s about genre, stupid!). Just the best really, even if it bungles the ending.