Things kinda happen, not really giving much reason or making sense other than to set up the
next ridiculous twist.
... unravels due to an abundance
of ridiculous twists and contrived cheap thrills, but at least Tennant's unhinged portrayal of a sociopath enlivens things.
The plot keeps topping itself
with ridiculous twist after twist until you're not even questioning Batman using cellphones as a sonic locator (bat motif!)
As seemed to be the convention for Italian thrillers for the next twenty years, Bava had an American actor playing the love interest who may or may not be involved in a crime that veers, at the film's precise midpoint, towards a series of implausible,
ridiculous twists endemic of a standard giallo.
The screenplay unravels due to an abundance
of ridiculous twists and contrived cheap thrills, but at least Tennant's unhinged portrayal of a sociopath enlivens things.
On further reflection, I wonder if Shyamalan wouldn't ultimately prefer we focus on
his ridiculous twist rather than the rest of this ridiculous movie.
Despite
some ridiculous twists and turns, the movie could have worked with a lightfooted, confident, breezy touch.
It's packed with winks to the slasher genre, and you'll still love
the ridiculous twists even if you see them coming from a mile away.
But a serious flops and
ridiculous twists have now made him loathed by filmgoers and a liability for studios.
Performances range from tolerable to horrendous, and the script needed at least another rewrite to figure out what it was trying to say, and, preferably, buff out
a ridiculous twist ending that would make M. Night Shyamalan go «nah.»