Az esemény

Szóval sajnos... Shyamalan rendezői kézírása a feszültségkeltésben itt is jelen van (kísértetház egy hátborzongató házasszonnyal), és 3*-os értékelésre csábít, de minden más lényeges hiányzik belőle. A szerelmi motívum nem működik, a főszereplők kapcsolata pedig érthetetlen. Nyoma sincs érdekes párbeszédeknek és végső csattanónak. Az esemény egy vízből főzött film, megsózva Howard zenéjével a Jelek című filmből, de gyenge, hol feszültséggel teli, hol naiv bohózat. (2008.06.09)

Quite fun. How much you’ll enjoy it will depend on when you give up hope of a chilling thriller to make do with a parody of catastrophe movies. I did it during the first ten minutes and I could watch the rest with a smile on my face. I don’t think there’s any other way to be satisfied, because Shyalaman simply could not mean this seriously. Or maybe he did at first, but when he realised that Wahlberg and Deschanel weren’t the right casting choices, he decided to use them differently and turn the thriller he had planned into the utmost B-movie. What takes the film down very deep are the dialogues and the way the actors utter them, otherwise it would’ve been alright, there’s even some atmosphere here and there. I really want to believe in what I’ve just written, but unfortunately, I’m not that sure. If Happening is so bad unintentionally, we are witnessing an enormous failure by a director. There’s one exchange by the end that gives me some hope that my theory is true. In the scene when Elliot is telling about the time he went to buy cough syrup. Alma: “Are you joking?” (Elliot nods in agreement). Alma: “Thanks.” (2008.07.05)

When mom gets pissed, her offspring shakes with fear in the corner. When Mother Nature loses patience, not just human kind, but also good movies and Shya’s reputation go up the spout. Unfortunately. I sincerely don’t give a damn if this is meant seriously or not (of course it is), but the result is neither fish nor fowl. Occasionally ridiculous and unintentionally entertaining and at other moments precisely the type of movie I wanted to see (in a few shots Night comes closer to the atmosphere of “The" Birds by Du Maurier than Hitch himself does). Primarily the atmospheric landscapes with a myriad flowers were really impressive; look out, Gardener’s World. I’m sorry that in many scenes I find myself laughing at my favorite and not with him. But this isn’t downright ridiculous, nor is it boring and definitely not unbearable. But thanks to Wahlberg’s “acting performance", it is unintentionally camp. If it weren’t for him, I would go higher with the marks. And what’s the movie actually like? Hard to pin down. Sometimes it just ends up that way. In my eyes, this is the first and I hope the last time this happens for M. Shit happens. What happened happened. Too bad, today is another day. ♫ OST score: 3/5 (2008.06.12)

It’s a pity that the wind didn’t also engulf Václav Klaus, at least Shymalan's ecological agitprop would have had some useful effect. Now, seriously, Shyamalan hasn't lost his directorial skill and he can still make scenes that give you chills, but the problem here is in two things: the half-baked concept, where logic takes a vacation quite often, and then the leading duo. Mark Wahlberg, as much as I like him, is absolutely unsuited to the role of a high school biology professor and bumbling husband (Mark's pissed-off macho characters are best with a gun in his hand) and whenever he tries to play some serious emotion and speaks up, he ruins all the action on screen with his perpetually furrowed brow and unbelievable speech. Mark, sorry, this didn't work out (and now I’m afraid of Jackson's The Lovely Bones). And Zooey, that doll with big eyes, gives it an even bigger punch. So Shyamalan lost with the casting and the half-baked script, but I'm still a fan. (2008.07.20)

The only question I have in connection with this film relates to the budget. I’d even suspect Shyamalan of preferring to embezzle a little something into his own pocket as if he suspected that his latest venture (as is slowly becoming his habit) wouldn't even make money. But now more seriously: I was not at all disappointed because this is exactly the kind of intimate thriller I was expecting. Shyamalan plunges ordinary characters into a marginal situation that cannot be properly rationally explained, leaving them groping not only over the question of mysterious deaths but also over their own relationships. These relationships are stressed in the extreme, even if some of the dialogue suffers from "romantic B-movie" syndrome. It's not about bogeymen, it's about questions we need to start asking. PS: At times, Shyamalan and his cinematographer Fujimoto did such great work that I thought about how good it would be if he had made Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. (2008.07.21)