Swing away, M. Night, swing away...

Rating: 2/10 (13 August 2003)

Unfortunately, he really strikes out with this one. And badly, awkwardly, spasmodically, hideously, idiotically. At one point, when J Phoenix stands staring at the expanse of corn-fields I expected Shoeless Joe and the rest of the Chicago Black Sox to come wandering out. Unfortunately, they don't. Instead, we just get some cheesy looking aliens, a somnolent Mel Gibson and a lot of unanswered questions--the main one being "What the f--- was the point of this?" Darned if I know. This shaggy-dog story should have been put to sleep when it was still a puppy.
One thing did stick in my mind, however. According to the director/writer/producer - and now actor - there are two kinds of people in this world: believers and non-believers. This should be amended to: there are 2 types of people: those who swallow the hype that Mr Shyamalan is the second coming of Hitchcock; and those who see him for the copy-cat imposter that he is.