more into books these days but I do see the odd film.
Ain't it grand ta see, that good time face, again!
Pa-ra-noi-ya, boy oh boy, yer
Just a bit of you-know-what
From way back when!
Even Goya, couldn't draw ya,
Not the way you looked, just kickin in that door
Call a lawyer, Paranoia,
Lemme will my ass to you, for-ever-more!
The breadcrumbs are there from the start, and it’s Shyamalan, so you know a twist is coming, but there’s a moment where you think it might just end… that movie would’ve been the most absurdly alienating studio movie in ages and an instant contender for best of this decade. As it stands it’s still fucking great, and even if the last ten minutes labor to create something resembling a conventional ending, the previous 90 are all about reckoning with that which animates all of our culture’s most troubling psychoses, and they do so in often upsetting, always beautiful ways. So, classic Night.