Where M Night Shyamalan Went Wrong: The Village

By Mack Rawden 2013-05-28 18:45:39discussion comments
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After Earth, the new movie from director M. Night Shyamalan, arrives in theaters this weekendÖbut you wouldnít know itís one of his films by watching the trailer. The filmmakerís name is almost completely absent from the trailers and advertisements, and all this week we here at Cinema Blend are trying to figure out where it all went wrong. Yesterday, Eric complained about the unnecessary twist in Unbreakable and today, Mack talks about why The Village was so frustrating.

There are a lot of directors in Hollywood who make awful movies because theyíre awful at directing. They canít figure out how to pace a film and/ or when to cut. They canít figure out how to coax great performances out of actors and/ or how to build tension. In short, they canít master a high enough percentage of all the little details it takes to whip up a watchable product. M Night Shyamalan, however, is not one of those directors. Heís technically precise. Heís often very inventive with camera angles, and he usually has a great sense of when to cut. Of all the directors in Hollywood, heís easily in the top quarter when it comes to most of these categories. He would crush a standardized test about directing. Unfortunately, thereís one facet of directing that canít really be taught, and to paraphrase Project Runway judge Michael Kors, Shyamalanís taste level is really iffy.

In retrospect, there were little indicators of this sketchy taste level peppered throughout the early M Night films, but they didnít sink in like an Adrian Brody stab wound for most people until The Village. Blessed with what he thought was an epic reveal, Shyamalan set up constructing layers to camouflage said reveal. Deep inside those woods, he created an overly religious and oddball society run by a small group of elders. He created a mentally disabled weirdo who laughs at the malaise of impending doom. He skinned animals. He wrote in a blind protagonist. He even brought along Michael Pittís glazed eyes. In short, he gave himself all the ingredients he needed for a great horror movie, without realizing those ingredients were infinitely better than that big reveal that wasnít as creative as he thought.

The first forty-five minutes of The Village is off-putting in all the best ways. The scene where Ivy stands on the porch with her hand outstretched while the creatures are wafting by is a masterstroke, and that cut-to shot from Judy Greerís enthusiastic I-love-you speech to her loud sobs inside the bed is a great moment of timely comedy. Thereís all the potential in the world within that plot, but alas, itís all thrown by the wayside to suit that stupid original idea thatís only vaguely amusing until you actually start thinking about all the practicalities it would entail.

The Village is not the worst Shyamalan movie. Hell, itís not even really a bad movie. Itís just a really infuriating one. Itís a missed opportunity. More importantly, it was our first real indication that something was seriously fucked in the directorís decision-making process. Hopped up on all his monetary successes and ignoring the grumbles coming from his fanbase, he locked himself inside the monkey house and walked out with dozens of clever ideas and one big piece of shit. Too bad he couldnít and may never be able to smell the difference.
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