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First of all, I'm not going to the mother fucking theatre anymore. Summer is out, so along with all the standard fag retards that come to the theatre and talk, we have the influx of the high school assholes and their underdressed-insecure slut bag whores who find a reason to talk every time a pair of legs show up or laugh whenever something remotely scary happens. That being said, the movie was good but there are wonky things that M. Night does that prevent his movies from being masterpieces (except for the 6th sense). The kid reading cereal boxes, the dad reading the crosswords, the fat "guild". There is something incorrect about keeping such things so entirely casual and unremarkable. I suppose you could argue that this was the whole point... but in presenting a story with regular people doing incredible things, there still must be something special about them because after all, they are a part of the story you choose to write. I would give this a 7/10.
"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."
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