Review of The Village (2004) by Anthony Lane for The New Yorker — 02 May 2008
Shyamalan remains as coolly unstirred by sex as he was in his previous movies--an astounding indifference, given the historical entwining of eros and fright. Even more bizarre is the gradual draining of humor from his work; the anatomy of horror demands a tongue in the cheek to go with the baring of teeth, but much of The Village is a proud and sullen affair.
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This review of The Village (2004) was written by Anthony Lane and published by The New Yorker on 02 May 2008.
The Village has generally received mixed reviews.
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