It Was an OK One
Saw The Happening by M. Night Shamalamama… yeah. I can’t spell his last name, and I don’t feel like looking it up. I’ve heard it described as “a good B movie.”
For a while there, I thought I was one of the only ones to use “B movie” anymore. But back to my own review.
Was the best of M. Night’s work? No. I’m partial to Signs and The Village (no matter how much everyone else thought that movie sucked.) Common denominator? Joaquin Phoenix. Can’t go wrong there, M. Night. But Marky Mark was good too (a chuckle for 90s references, teehee).
But it was still one of the better movies I’ve seen in an actual theater in a while.
I won’t give away the ending. But it was decent. I wish he had incorporated the disappearing bees more. That would have been a good twist.
The main plot was captivating, but not fully developed. It was like one of Shakespeare’s groupies tried to write Romeo & Juliet himself. Or better yet, it was something the writer of Romeo + Juliet would do (oh, how I despise that movie).
I also wish he had left out some of the gore. I mean, come on. We get it: people are committing suicide. We don’t need to see it so much. It’s kind of implied, M. Night. That’s how you got an R rating and “B movie” status.
What happened to you, M. Night? You’re starting to lose it–that magic touch that all your early movies had.
Maybe it happened when you did that SciFi “documentary.” They brainwashed you. After all, SciFi is the master of B movies.
I won’t speculate further. Instead, I encourage Mr. Shamalamamamlamama–whatever his last name is–to get to work.
