So the sister rented The Village: the M. Night Shyamalan film produced by M. Night Shyamalan, and created by… well we all know. This, dear friends, is the ultimate self-parodic M. Night Shyamalan film, just as Miss Congeniality was the ultimate self-parodic Sandra Bullock movie. Spoiler? No need, but here’s what I IMed my friend:

I’ll tell you this. Early in the movie you may end up figuring out the plot twist but you would find it SO UNBELIEVEABLE that when you actually get to the plot twist and find out it was what you thought all along, you would gag.

M. Night plays a game of “gotcha” and pokes an eye at his own reputation as a master twistmaker. I think, now I am in the mood to see Halle Berry play Catwoman, which I hear is so blatantly cheap and shallow it actually becomes fun.