Never in my recollection of film has a director survived a fall as precipitous and consistent in its declination of quality as M. Night Shyamalan’s. In the 11 long years since critics and audiences were caught off guard by the brilliantly conceived and executed Sixth Sense, Shyamalan has churned out a succession of films where each is exponentially worse than the preceding film. With the exception of the polarizing Unbreakable (2000), only Signs has flirted with being passable, a distinction made possible by the acting ability of Mel Gibson and Joaquin Phoenix. Unfortunately, as with most of his work as a writer/director, that movie fell flat due the simple inability to suspend disbelief through the contrite, unrealistic dialogue and the goofy “swing away” pretentiousness of the third act.
I doubt much argument will come my way in heralding the merits of The Village, Lady in the Water, and The Happening, three films which would and should have ended either the writing or directing career of Shyamalan. However, as we know, this is not the case as Shyamalan has been tapped to write and direct a trilogy of films based on the Nickelodeon property – Avatar: The Last Airbender. The first of which premiered nationwide last night (7/1) is in my opinion, unequivocally, the single worst movie I have seen in the past decade.
The concept of the movie is simple, four nations of people exist representing fire, water, earth, and air. The fire nation has become the aggressive force in the world, seeking to wipe out the air-benders (can control air) in order to prevent the arrival of The Avatar, a person who can control all four elements. Sounds easy, get the characters together, hire ILM to produce some billion-dollar mega-battle sequences involving all sorts of explosions, tidal waves, earthquakes, and tornadoes – and watch audiences munch popcorn into a summer blockbuster oblivion.
As you would probably guess- this is not what happens. Let us first discuss in brief the 3D-boner that Hollywood seems to have en masse right now. There is a massive difference between films that are actually SHOT in 3D, and those which have 3D applied in post-production. One only needs to take a look at Avatar (James Cameron) in comparison to Clash of The Titans to obtain a complete understanding of how 3D both works and fails miserably. Please research before shelling out the additional 5-6 bucks to learn if a film was actually shot in 3D or not – it will save you from wasting money on what is nothing more than a hackneyed marketing ploy.
Back to this movie, the fatal and unrecoverable flaw of this film is in the script – namely in Shyamalan’s apparent amnesia that film is a visual medium. There is not a single line of dialogue in this movie that is not coated with a viscous magma of exposition. Every conversation is a description of past events, characters, and places or of those events, characters, and places that are to come. The entire script is more of an exercise for Shyamalan to show off his knowledge of the source material – than to ever even brush against such trivial elements in film like plot or character development. Without any exaggeration, an entire main character, a relationship, and the manner in which the Avatar learns to bend water is explained via VOICEOVER. The entire sequence of events transpires literally as; “Character A met Character B and they fell in love, Character C trained with the masters and learned, etc.” Then the audience is simply left to accept that months of action has transpired without a single visual representation and now we are to care deeply about the new character and story “development”. This is a singular example of the film’s constant reliance on exposition instead of telling the story through action and actual progressive, relevant dialogue.
Casting wise, as Shyamalan’s pedigree as a writer/director erodes, so does his ability to attract actors with the chops necessary to elevate an otherwise ludicrous script. Slumdog Millionaire’s Dev Patel, replete with “evil burn makeup” is tasked with carrying one of two antagonist roles. The Daily Show’s Aasif Mandvi, who is essentially playing himself the entire film, plays the second villain. There are tons of wide-eyed, exclamatory moments from each actor to hopefully convey their evil-ness – but considering the script contains all the subtlety of an axe to the face, the result is unintentionally comedic instead of dramatic.
Action? Nope. The scenes you see in the preview are all from the final battle, and do not pan out at all how the trailer would lead you to believe. Think that big tidal wave is going to smash all the boats? It doesn’t, its merely to showcase the “beauty of the water” as Prince Exposition lets us know in advance. Almost all of the action is handled via montage, and showcases typically the Avatar and a cookie-cutter fire-villain in a one-on-one two-move scene meant to depict the freeing of an entire village. It is cheap, poor storytelling, and considering the movie’s 150 million-dollar budget – it is puzzling to imagine what exactly that money was spent upon.
This film is meant to be the initial salvo in a trilogy of movies to represent a three-year tentpole lineup for Paramount. I can assure you this will not happen. Enjoy part one, because if parts two and three are even pushed into development – I would consider it to be a sign of the impending apocalypse. Watch at your own risk.
