I finally got around to watching M. Night Shymaoasdlasdain's "Signs". It's not bad; I've seen worse by him. But the movie is still a testament to the writer/director/producer's downward spiral since "The Sixth Sense". The man has a great eye for imagery but his writing is so awkward. It pains me that he can make a movie that questions Mark Whalberg's acting, especially after Marky Mark gained such kudos from "Boogie Nights", "I <3 Huckabees", and "The Departed."
I want french fries.
What do french fries have to do with "Signs"?
Everything.
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