Well…I’ve got to admit, that M. Night Shyamalan managed to buck the trend, and Zooey Deschanel’s little romp through an organic mind control induced suicide spree was not as hard to watch as Lady in the Water.
Which isn’t to say it was really all that good—Shyamalan’s ending was horrible to say the least, and I found myself nodding in agreement with anyone who calls it a slow-paced marginally scary trip to nowhere in particular. Not that anyone I know of has actually called it that yet, but if they do, man…will I ever agree!
Deschanel herself, meanwhile, seemed to serve little useful purpose besides occasionally freaking out and adding a minimally suspenseful romantic side plot. Watching her in The Happening made me understand why a whole bunch of people threw themselves off buildings.
Actually, watching The Happening made me understand why a whole bunch of people threw themselves off buildings. Sure, it was more graphic than the standard—more blood and corpses and such—but we all know from the practical experience colloquium that was Hostel that it takes more than blood and corpses to make a good horror movie.