It’s A Trap

Must confess that these days I go to an M Night Shyalaman movie more in hope than expectation. To give it a sporting analogy, it’s like me scoring the winning goal in the 1999 World Cup and despite not scoring a goal in the intervening 25 years still being picked for England.

M Night Shyalaman’s last match was the awful Cabin, which again despite my better judgement, I donned my shirt and bought a ticket.

The trailer to this immediately asked some serious questions. The T shirt seller who was happy to sing like a canary about a major police operation being one. Despite that here I was willing to give the boy yet one more chance.

Unfortunately Night should really have been subbed way before halftime. You may, like me, wonder how certain people are able to wander around an auditorium supposedly on lockdown so freely. Or even how so much information is freely given to a random stranger. You may even question decisions made by certain people when other options seemed the more sensible. I’m old school, can’t find my keys, I’m dialling 999.

You may forgive M Night Shyalaman for giving his daughter such a huge role despite an ability to act that makes Sofia Coppola seem like Meryl Streep. As a father I would do the same and fight anyone who suggested there was an inability to act.

To sum up I didn’t hate it but finding it funny probably wasn’t the reaction they were going for. The ending is a million miles away from how I was left feeling at the end of The Sixth Sense. That said no doubt next time around I’ll don the shirt and start to believe that M Night is finally going to bring it home.