Apparently Shyamalan’s career continues to implode, and has reached the hilariously incandescent wreckage phase – at least, that’s what I’m gaging from the gleefully savage reviews. I must admit that when a real stinker comes through, it’s pure joy to watch movie critics romp around like a puppy with a chew toy, covering it in saliva and bite-marks. But this one, courtesy of i09.com, has one of my most favorite snarks yet:

This is the part where I would insert a quick plot synopsis of the film, but it's really unnecessary - Shyamalan has boiled every epic heroic story of the past 20 years down to its most basic, primal soup-y essence, so he can spray it all over the audience, in a kind of Hero's-Journey bukkake. You will be finding chunks of Joseph Campbell's calcified spooge behind your ears for three days after watching this film, no matter how many times you bathe.