This movie annoyed me from beginning to end (how did I make it to the end? Good question. Now THERE'S a mystery).
Every relationship, every character, every conversation, every conflict, every scenario defied believability. It was clear from the get-go they were going to spring some sort of Hitchcockian fake out on us. I suppose that's why I stuck it out. I was curious to see if they could, some how, pull off a Hitchcock-meets-Shyamalan switcheroo in the end.
They could not.
Absolute garbage.
Ten minutes in I'm like, 'ask her one more time if she's taken her pills and I swear to whosoever, I'll punch the screen ... or take a drink.'
I'm no pharmacist but, are antipsychotics supposed to be eaten like PEZ candy? Cause that's how these idiots took them.
The brilliance of Shyamalan's "Sixth Sense" is that, when (after learning Bruce Willis was a dead person) we went back and reviewed all the previous interactions with him, we could see he wasn't really there. The viewers own expectations filled in the blanks. Beautifully executed psychological trick. In this movie, you find yourself coaching from the sidelines, 'If, later, you want me to believe she was only pretending to be a ghost, then don't put her in impossible supernatural situations now. It won't add up.'
Also. The characters were one dimensional and cliche. Misogynistic men and hysterical or devious women. I suppose in that way it was a bit Hitchcockian.
To the two actors who played "Mad Men" minor characters (Greg Harris and Mel, the smarmy soap opera dude who wanted to have a threesom with Don and Megan Draper) ... sorry things haven't gone so well for your careers.
