Perhaps, like me, you enjoyed the earlier Shyamalan films despite any faults they may have had, and are curious as to just how obvious the movie's twist is. Perhaps you think a movie with the talents of William Hurt, Adrien Brody, and Sigourney Weaver could not be entirely bad, and must have some redeeming value. I understand these feelings, but I urge you to just trust me on this one. If you want a brief spoiler-filled synopsis, let me know, and I'll give it to you, and you will then thank me for sparing you eight dollars and two agonizing hours. Just don't give Shyamalan your money for this garbage.
Shyamalan is a talented director, and that is evident even when he's working with the atrocious script here. He needs to stop writing the stories for his films, and stop relying on gimmick endings if he wants build a reputation as a great filmmaker.
The only redeeming part of my moviegoing experience was when the film burned apart, causing a delay of about 15 minutes, which meant we all got free passes, which I can now use to go see a better movie.