The Killer Isn't the Only Thing in this Movie that Blows

Sometimes you overhear or are told something so funny that you have to share it for that person, lest the originator be too modest or be trampled by wildebeests or something equally prohibitive.

Last night we went to see M. Night Shyamalan's latest movie, "The Happening." I'd go into why it was so painful (Did she just say, "What color is love?") and why it wasted so much talent (Betty Buckley, did you really need this paycheck? John Leguizamo, when you heard that Marky Mark signed on were you so blinded by his Oscar nomination that you didn't read past the first three pages of the script?), but I'm afraid I'd ruin the movie for you. Oh wait: M. Night did that for me. How considerate.

But my fury at being suckered into trusting M. Night again is not why, after almost a year, I've restarted my self-indulgent little blog. I'm here to share what might be the most brilliant reaction to having just sat through 90-minutes of George Lucas-worthy awkward speech. As we were walking up the aisle, giggling over the movie's final moments, the guy behind his turned to his date and said, "I wish I had the Sixth Sense to not see his movies."

Maybe this is a recycled comment, maybe it's not. Either way: y'hear that, M. Night. Now THAT'S how you time dialogue.

PS: Before you think I'm too pretentious, know that I liked "The Village." A lot. So there.