"Signs" is the kind of movies I would not miss. Not because Newsweek
Magazine placed a picture of Night Shyamalan on its cover, and
decided that the young director (he is 32) of Signs and The Sixth
Sense is the next Spielberg. Only because the plot (all about
aliens) sounded intelligent, new wave.
So after making a late hospital round on Friday, and under a
vanishing thunderstorm, I caught up with the action at 1:00 a.m.
(Viva Summer schedule). I sat in a full theater, among teenagers
kissing and talking loudly in their cell phones (new!). My kind of
ambiance...
The movie is a new "Encounter of the Third Kind". Aliens coming to
Earth. Mel Gibson, an episcopalian priest, single father of two,
living in the middle of a corn field deals with the event that goes
worldwide, followed on CNN (despite the fact that in the real world
Fox News has better ratings).
The movie is all about fear. The Hitchkockian experience of fear.
Fear out of anything and everything. And in parallel, the reverse
story telling of a clergy man's loss of faith.
I disagree with Roger Ebert who gave a four-star (out of a possible
four) rating to "Signs".
The first three-quarters of the film, a psychological thriller,
deserve it. The later part unfortunately panders too much to
traditional Hollywood. The spectator almost feels the moment when
the producer stepped in and said: "Enough artful movie-making here,
now send some aliens in, and let's start making some monies."
Then the film sank. Even then (and the following is a spoiler), the
movie could have kept a lot of its intellectual cachet if Shyamalan
had left the alien as a shadow, and kept the baseball bat on the wall.
What do you think?
By the way, do you think extra-terrestrials do exist? Should we
start a discussion about this topic?
In the meantime, go and see "Signs". But ready yourself for a
letdown.
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(OdlerRobert Jeanlouie, Saturday, Aug 3, 2002)