Careful What You Wish For
Last week I watched M. Night Shyamalan’s Unbreakable for the first time since seeing it in a theater back in 2000. Most people who saw the movie when it came out didn’t like it because they were still on a contact high from The Sixth Sense. I, on the other hand, really enjoyed the film and looked forward to watching it again someday.
As time went by I became more and more concerned that perhaps all the naysayers were right. Maybe when I finally got around to watching Unbreakable again it wouldn’t be as good as I remembered. So, I specifically avoided it in order to live with my warm and happy memories of the film instead of facing the possibility of a cold and dark reality.
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I had to watch it again. I had to know if Unbreakable was the great movie I had built it up to be, or if my younger and foolisher self had committed a grievous error on par with typing the word “foolisher”. My hands shook as I inserted the DVD into my computer and waited for the movie to start.
Well, I’m happy to report that I was right all along. I loved watching every minute of the movie and still think it’s a work of art. The moral of this story? Unbreakable good, Ben right, stay in school, don’t do drugs.