Review – The Sixth Sense

This film puts final lie to the notion that the American public will not flock in droves to see a boring movie. Bruce Willis (already well-established as not one of my favorite actors) plays a psychiatrist trying to shrink a kid who can see dead people. The result is a drags-on-forever combination of cheap ghost story and tedious grief-counseling session. Perhaps if the ghosts had been a little more prevalent and the Willis-intensive therapy rot had been played down at least a bit, it might have been a better production. However, the entire thing depended far too heavily on the movie’s now-famous plot twist at the end. What appears on the surface to be an obsession with the disintegration of a relationship turns out to be set-up for the final gag. If the punch-line had been either more amusing or less predictable it might have been worth it. See if desperate