A panellist on The View once said of a particulary dreadful book he had read, ‘it was the worst book I’ve ever read or tried to read. I hate her and I hate her book’. However he was paid money to read it. I on the other hand had to pay to see the Happening, the most appalling piece of tripe I have ever witnessed.
It is difficult to convey the enormity this movie’s fail. Epic, needless to say, but Epic in the same way that the universe is big or Cian is rich. Not epic like a poem. perhaps stupendous. Let’s try it on for size; The Happening: Stupendous Fail.
What was M Night Shyamalan thinking? (I’m not going to bother checking if that was spelt right because I loathe the man now). What, for that matter, was anyone who got involved in this film in the slightest way from the producer to the caterer thinking. Certainly if I had been a producer watching this turdid, boom-mike-filled abortion in the dailys room I would have withdrawn my money and used it to finance a smear campaign against it. If I had been the caterer I would have poisoned the cast.
To address the salient points of the film, the script, acting, direction and so forth, is too close to admitting that it is a film rather than an unpleasant collection of sound and images designed (I believe) to make people who watch it angry and nauseous. Suffice to say, everything about it from Shamalalan’s smug script to Wahlberg’s confused protagonist reeked of lazy, self-satisfying, unimaginitive crap.
Usually at this point in scathing reviews the reviewer says something good about the work. Trust me. There was nothing good about the work. Do not go see it. It was the plants. There. I’ve ruined the movie for you. Don’t waste your money. When it is released on DvD, steal (do not buy) it and throw it off a cliff.
I have witnessed a promising director commit wilfull career suicide and my two main regrets were
A that it was career suicide and
B that he made this film first.