The Buried Secret of M. Night Shyamalan

by tully
July 19, 2004 6:44 AM
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I don't know, but I really dug the sci-fi special that Nathaniel Kahn and M. Night Shyamalan made to try to build a buzz for "The Village" (as if he need to build a buzz). Even the cheesier aspects were enjoyable. As Eug said on his blog, it calls into question the 'sincerity' of Kahn and his investigation of his father, but I'm choosing to dismiss those concerns. Something about M. Night makes me want to believe in the "myth" or "legend" that he's building for himself, even though I'm not a 100% believer in his work. Though I will stand on a crackling twig and say that "Signs" was superior filmmaking (I hear the laughs already). If he can manage to turn down the Spielbergian geek factor and stick to sheer terror, I think he has the ability to make a true masterwork. Either way, I'm psyched to see "The Village," although "Open Water" and "Saw" seem to be intriguing as well.

I leave for two weeks of non electronic maxing and relaxing in Italy (the lovely island of Pantelleria for one week, Rome for the other), so this blog will be nonexistent. But I'm playing in a tennis tournament in which Gerard Depardieu hands out the trophies, so I will still have my mind on the cinema for at least some of the time. Apparently I'm guaranteed a trophy, for having traveled the furthest to participate in the tourney, which is hilarious. I'm gonna pitch "Green Card 2" to Gerard if I get a chance...

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  • Melissik | May 1, 2008 7:10 AMReply

    One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
    This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. "
    The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with ten children - he's trying to catch up on his sleep."

    I cried from laughter
    Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.

  • Rabbi | August 6, 2004 11:24 AMReply

    You never cease to make me smile, Mr. Tully. Hope It-ly was a fine fine forey into fetunta, fettucine and formaggio!

  • wendy | July 19, 2004 10:19 AMReply

    Tully, Signs as superior filmmaking? I think that Southern water is poisoning your brain.

    I think your Italian tennis trophy will be a perfect prop for Ping Pong Summer, by the way.