I always thought M. Night Shyamalan just wasn’t a very good writer.  Too many scenes in his movies come off stilted.  His characters feel like robotic plot devices–like they’re all puppets.  Symbols more than people.

But it turns out that’s just what M. Night Shyamalan’s life is like.  Speaking to Sci-Fi Wire about the personal pain he felt over audiences rejecting Unbreakable, Night related this touching scene:

“I’ll be on the street, and some kid will run across traffic with it in his backpack–he just is carrying it in his backpack–and he’ll be running [saying], ‘I can’t believe it’s you!’ Will you sign my Unbreakable DVD?’ And quoting the thing and all that stuff.”

They call my heart Mr. Glass, because it breaks like glass.

But hold on.  The camera’s pulling out to show us, piece by piece, the body of M. Night Shyamalan’s media presence.  The years, the interviews, the books, the fake documentaries.  All passing like shooting stars before our eyes.  And as we come to rest–all quotes in view–we suddenly realize the shocking truth: M. Night Shyamalan has been full of shit the whole time!