The Sixth Sense
As reviewed by Miguel Christopher Kesey
Bruce Willis is back, but he's not wearing a vest, and he has shoes on. This film is supposed to be quite scary, but it wasn't really.
The story wasn't interesting enough.
Bruce Willis is a child psychologist who begins to treat this little fucking annoying socially isolated guy, and it turns out he can speak to ghosts. He's so irritating you want to smash his face in though...come back Macaulay Culkin, all is forgi....no, never mind.
So, that's basically the story...there are the occasional frightening parts, like people walking about with their faces smashed in, and puking little girls in tents...but these just made my neck go all cold...I think they might've had the air conditioning up too high or something...
There wasn't anything really shocking or genuinely interesting about this film, until the end, where there's a pretty cool Hitchcock-esque twist, which makes the other 2 mind-numbingly boring hours worth it.
But I won't tell you the twist is that Bruce Willis is dead.