M. Night Shyamalan is apparently done making horrendous new films, he's going back to ruin decent old ones by adding a new concentrated dose of hack serum. I am in the process of writing a script in which the ghost of Charles Foster Kane haunts the aforementioned, slackwitted filmmaker and teaches him the roots of film making, all along creating an unlikely friendship. However, at the end, when Kane feels M.Night has learned his lesson, he will go in to give him a hug but abruptly stop, grab Shyamalan's head, and effortlessly twist it off his body thus teaching him his final lesson. A twist is only a twist if the audience doesn't expect it.
Unbreakable 2
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... I expected that. ;)
BEST POST EVER..worthy of potty staining my chinos
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