By Kai Sacco | April 9, 2014
NOTE: This is a revision of a piece I’ve previously posted. I’ve added thoughts to the opening and many of the images.
It was the night of August 2, 2002 at Miami Beach’s Lincoln Theater. I was 12 years of age. M. Night Shyamalan was my favorite filmmaker, and I was about to watch his fifth feature with the company of my grandfather (a man who was responsible for most of my cinema outings as an adolescent). I awaited it with such anticipation that the weeks leading up to its release were made up of sleepless nights for me.
By Kai Sacco | April 4, 2014
WARNING: The following review/analysis contains spoilers. If you’re planning on seeing the film, read this piece afterwards. If not, continue on.