‘Night,
Night The
short, tragic career of M. Night Shyamalan by
Jason Blair
THE
HAPPENING: Written and Directed by M. Night Shyamalan. Cinematography,
Tak Fujimoto. Music, James Newton Howard. Starring Mark Wahlberg,
Zooey Deschanel and John Leguizamo. Twentieth Century Fox, 2008.
R. 91 minutes.
Elliot
(Mark Wahlberg) wonders why.
Artistically, M. Night Shyamalan is dead.
Adrift since the waning moments of Signs (2002), M. Night
Shyamalan hit bottom with The Lady in the Water (2006), a
dreary, confused bedtime story about a mermaid, twitchy and pearlescent,
who emerges from a swimming pool. At the time, Water was
the greatest catastrophe of a once-incandescent career. The Happening,
while not as muddled as its predecessor, arguably is the greater
failure, since it convincingly ends any meaningful discussion as
to whether, apart from the trick-laden The Sixth Sense, Shyamalan
is worthy of serious attention.
For a few precious minutes, The Happening exerts itself
hauntingly. In New York, high atop a construction site, men hurl
themselves to the ground. In Philadelphia, a chain of suicides begins,
the same gun used again and again. Nearby, a disaster more intimate
unfolds: the dissipation of the relationship between Elliot (Mark
Wahlberg) and Alma (Zooey Deschanel). This dependable crisis-within-a-crisis
structure — a situation at least as old, but surely older, than
Henry James’ The Painted Veil — steadies The Happening,
if only briefly. Along with their friend Julian (John Leguizamo)
and his daughter Jess (Ashlyn Sanchez), Elliot and Alma board a
train for the countryside. The film rattles forward, paranoid and
defiant, capitalizing on everything we don’t yet know. Then the
train stops for good in Filbert, Pennsylvania. And so does The
Happening.
As the train passengers set out chaotically for the safe zone of
western Pennsylvania, the film contracts with stunning haste. You
can almost hear the grind of the film’s gears in downshift, resulting
in fewer characters, fewer developments and — unless I misread the
audience — fewer interested moviegoers. As in Signs, The
Happening relies on media reports for exposition, reports that,
as in real life, mislead as much as clarify. This time, Shyamalan
adds cell phones to tv and radio stations, resulting in several
poorly staged scenes of people standing around, useless and dumb.
But the real offense of The Happening is Shayamalan’s premise
for the attacks, a concept almost as ridiculous as the heavy-handed
way in which Elliot grasps it. At one point, Elliot barks that to
survive, they need to “stay ahead of the wind.” Is that all? While
you’re at it, try getting blood from a turnip, honey from a rock
or a silk purse from a sow’s ear. You get the idea. Billed as a
paranoid thriller, The Happening is the worst kind of fantasy,
one with neither foot in anything close to reality.
All of which is a shame, when you consider the talented actors
who keep rallying to Shyamalan’s cheerful little flicks. Wahlberg
plays the sad clown admirably, a morally upright, naïvely positive
leader who’s almost an exact reprise of his Eddie Adams from Boogie
Nights. Zooey Deschanel brings her offbeat charm to The Happening,
but her confession to Elliot — her infidelity is telegraphed from
the start — sounds like she’s complaining of an itchy throat. Elliot’s
reaction is to remain steady, even during a scene of gratuitous
violence against children, which should have parents picketing this
film in the streets. In fact, the only person who gets under Elliot’s
skin is an irascible, insular country woman, the Nurse Ratched of
rural Pennsylvania. Eventually, Elliot slumps a little. “We need
to get out of this nightmare,” he says. You said it, not me.
The Happening is now playing at Cinemark and VRC Stadium 15.