What an extraordinarily dumb movie. The most obvious explanations turn out to be the answer for both of the major mysteries.
And of course these "explanations" prove Shyamalan to be a pretty clueless city boy, as there's no way the radically circumscribed setup he depicts could really work, economically or psychologically.
This movie continues Shyamalan's downward slide. I admired Unbreakable more than most people, but I actively hated Signs and The Village amplifies that flick's flaws: ponderousness, turgid dialogue, and awkward allegory. You ain't the next Spielberg or Hitchcock yet, buddy, and if you keep this up, you never will be.
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