Good night, Shymalayan.

Rating: 1/10 (12 January 2012)

Mr. M should have given up after "The Sixth Sense." Watching this poor excuse for a bad TV movie was nearly as tedious as watching Mel Gibson catch an alien (an underpaid extra in a rubber suit) in his kitchen in the colossal turkey, "Signs." To expect any intelligent person to believe that plant life should suddenly wage war against homo sapiens after 200 million years is asking me to take a leap of "willing suspension of disbelief" that no one but an imbecile with the intelligence quotient of, dare I say it - a plant - would be capable of. If you want a great film about nature gone wrong, then catch Hitchcock's "The Birds." Or if lower life forms wreaking havoc on mankind is your cup of tea, Michael Crichton's "The Andromeda Strain." But how M. Night was even able to raise the capital to make a film of this stultifying dullness is a tribute to his brilliance as a huckster, and producers as the blind purveyors of doom that this film so abundantly supplies.