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How M Night Shyamalan got his rhythm back | M Night Shyamalan


LLike a mushroom, one of the appetizing but perhaps poisonous species, M Night Shyamalan thrives in dark, enclosed spaces. His latest film, Old, is not physically enclosed, most of it takes place in an idyllic tropical cove with magnificent views of the sand, sky and waves, although its visitors will soon learn that this attractive setting wants to kill them and it is not so easy to escape. . . But narratively speaking, it’s a tighter and more focused film than we’ve seen from the filmmaker in some time, and not by chance, he finds him in tip-top shape. Plant almost a dozen characters in a fixed location, plunge them into terror and let the tension build in favor of the strengths of an unpredictable artist who shines under minimal parameters in the Twilight Zone style. The corollary of this notion reveals the fatal flaw that has plagued his reputation and career with so many ups and downs during nearly 30 years of filmmaking: a tragic excess of ambition.

Shyamalan comes to Old on the heels of Split and Glass, the final two-thirds of a mini-franchise that landed him in the not historically comfortable role of blockbuster manager. Forming a trilogy with 2000’s Unbreakable, the films approached the superhero genre from an idiosyncratic slant that identifies it as an M Night production. His script dispensed with derring-do to focus on the dead-end tensions between a paraplegic megalomaniac, a mutant suffering from dissociative identity disorder that causes him to shapeshift, and a divine defender who drowns to death in a small puddle. The writer’s most challenging choice concerned sense of scope, limited to an isolated act of destruction in Shyamalan’s beloved home of Philadelphia, rather than some day of judgment that incinerates the universe. The critics and the gargantuan box office results justified his decision and showed that he had learned from his missteps earlier in the decade.

To work the other way around, 2015’s The Visit (another one of his clever closed-door projects that ended up generating money on a modest budget) had to provide a “comeback” conjuncture for his career narrative before he was ready to return to myths first. presented by Unbreakable. Before that back-to-basics hit, the kids go to visit Grandma and Grandpa, except apparently homicidal impulses have taken over, Shyamalan’s profile had plummeted after a couple of costly flops on the steps. highest in the industry. As is the case with many of us, although in a different sense, the man was simply not good with money.

The double punch of The Last Airbender and After Earth, adorned with Razzie and aptly maligned, represents a clear valley in Shyamalan’s filmography. Two planetary epics each offering more than $ 100 million to burn, these would-be tentacles demanded a massive CGI-driven style with no place in the director’s wheelhouse, resulting in impersonal and unappealing shows that only accentuated his Achilles heel. to create dialogues. In the last movie, Will Smith played an astronaut named Cypher Raige; This kind of affable nonsense plays best in the permissive and less serious realm of horror and suspense, where the stupidity fuels the danger we’ve paid to see. In Old, when a mother (Vicky Krieps) explains that she is qualified to analyze a skeleton because she turns out to be a museum curator and then explains what that is, we agree. It is no stranger than, spoiler alert, a beach that ages one year every half hour. We are in another place, what Rod Serling called a dimension not only of sight and sound, but also of the mind.

Bruce Willis and Haley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense
Bruce Willis and Haley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense. Photograph: Ron Phillips / AP

Shyamalan’s most lucrative and well-received films teeter on the line between the absurd and the ridiculous. His understanding of human speech has a forced functionality, a field-adjacent non-reality that also dates back to the Serling era. The Sixth Sense, Signs, The Village, Lady in the Water, and The Happening all rely on a generous suspension of disbelief, not just in terms of plot but in behavior (Lady in the Water, an expensive movie that strays from its roots in horror chasing scattered fantasy to disappointing results foreshadowed the troubles that awaited him). Bruce Willis may seem a little out of place, but so would you if you were [redacted for the sake of those readers who have been under a rock since 1999]. Treating the oddest lines seriously strengthens the overall work, as Old’s clever measurements illustrate. In it, Shyamalan drops the creepiest piece of his life, ripping a woman’s body apart beyond recognition until her skeleton resembles the Windows 95 pipes screensaver. The grotesquerie is recorded because the characters they see they are as susceptible to exaggerated implausibility as we are.

Through this long and winding road, the only constant has been the studios’ unshakeable faith in the wonder boy who made more than $ 600 million out of nowhere before his 30th birthday. With the confidence that you are always so close to another big windfall. In profit, the industry’s top brass have designated him as one of the few filmmakers licensed to make original concept films sold under his name alone. Love him or hate him, this makes Shyamalan a valuable asset in a Hollywood increasingly concerned with creative empowerment. He has become essential as the only person who knows how to do what he does, a brand for which fans will not accept a substitute. Even if he’s on the skates, all he has to do to get back to the goodwill of the public is be himself.


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