Summary
That's the only logical excuse for Lady in the Water, the Philly-based writer/director/egomaniac's convulsive seizure of narcissism that's so nakedly personal-and also so unintentionally, hilariously revealing-watching the movie feels a bit like walking in on your roommate while he's masturbating ... to a picture of himself.
Billed as "a bedtime story by [M. Night Shyamalan]," the film takes place entirely inside a run-down apartment complex, where Paul Giamatti's Cleveland Heep (the names in this movie are really something else) is the depressed, stuttering superintendent. There's a Rainbow Coalition cast of self-consciously "wacky" characters dwelling in their separate units just above the poverty line. And then one day a mermaid shows up in the swimming pool.Well, not a mermaid per se. She's a "narf"-some sort of sea nymph who can see into the future, and is visiting here from "the blue world" to help "man get back on the right path." Played by Bryce Dallas Howard in a joyless Osment-ian whisper, our narf is really more of a wet blanket, quivering in Giamatti's shower most of the time and gravely intoning ominous prophecies. Oh wait, did I forget to mention her name is "Story"?See the full content of this document
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Shyamalan's latest is an absurd, overwrought exercise in narcissism.Has M. Night Shyamalan lost his goddamn mind?That's the only logical excuse for Lady in the Water, the Philly-based writer/director/ego...See the full content of this document
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