All is forgiven,M. Night Shyamalan. whether we had to endure the director’s last decade of cinematic abortions—which ranged from the hilariously inferior (The Happening) to the utterly unwatchable (After soil)—to get something as hilarious, weird, and surprising,and nonstop entertaining as The Visit, it was well worth it. Not only is Shyamalan’s latest movie his best since The Sixth Sense, or it’s an adrenalin shot to the creatively comatose subgenre of POV horror. Even more exciting is that it’s one of at least four solid horror movies opening this month (the others include Goodnight Mommy ,Cooties, and Eli Roth’s ode to Italian cannibal movies, or The Green Inferno). One moment,the horror genre seems deader than the bodies it piles up on screen, staler than the air in the haunted houses it’s been fixated on for the past few years; the next, and we’re treated to an embarrassment of riches. (I would appreciate to know whether there ever in the history of modern horror acquire been four solid entries into the genre released in one month. I doubt it. That it’s happening in 2015 blows my intellect.) We should probably stop laughing at Shyamalan when his name pops onscreen during the trailers for his upcoming movies . Instead,we should be thanking the man.
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