During the interview, he proved every single negative comment we had heard about him to be unequivocally true.
#Welcome to your own personal nightmare movie
The issue is this: We went into this story with the mindset that we were going to - at least peripherally - ask a director about his own personal issues which may have stood in the way of getting a movie made. All day I've grappled with this journalistic dilemma - one that I admit is relatively silly in the great scheme of things (although even Murrow thought celebrity journalism represented all that is unholy in this business). It'll be a blow job for the movie, and its pig-headed director will look positively golden. Once edited and post-produced, it will be exactly as originally advertised. In a day or two, this interview will hit the airwaves. The most cringe-inducing part of this story however, will be the final insulting act. Still, Shyamalan wasn't feeling the love and petulantly walked across the street - taking his script about pool-nymphs and grass monsters to the more trusting suits at Warner Brothers. It's also said that in spite of Disney's reservations, they were fully willing to green-light Shyamalan's pet project based solely on their faith in his vision (and keep in mind, this was the same vision that gave us The Village, a movie whose final twist I actually figured out from watching the commercials). During the "Creative Process," it's said that Shyamalan threw a fit when Disney studio chief Nina Jacobson wasn't at home to personally receive a hand-delivered script as if it were the lost five commandments. The short story is that Shyamalan ("Night" to his friends, of which I obviously can't count myself one) pitched the idea to his personal di Medici family at Disney, only to have them express reservations about the idea of turning a bedtime story he told to his kids into a multi-million dollar investment. Night Shyamalan Risked His Career on a Fairy Tale.
It's well documented in the painful new hagiography The Man Who Heard Voices: How M. The story behind the making of his new movie, Lady in the Water, is the stuff of Hollywood legend. But I'm willing to bend the rules ever-so-slightly in this case for several reasons which include, but aren't limited to A) the fact that it's a really hysterical and infuriating story, B) the fact that it proves unmistakably what Shyamalan's detractors have been saying about him for years - namely that he's a raging egomaniac, C) the fact that there's still enough subversive punk left in me that I'd love to exact a small amount of revenge, even if it's simply by discouraging one person from seeing a Shyamalan film, and most importantly because D) if I don't say something, the world will believe that this man was all sweetness and light to both me and my network - since I already know for a fact that our completed story will portray him favorably, and that pisses me off. I have New York City rent to think about the less I put my income at risk, the better. I have no problem pontificating on the media in general, but when it comes to the day to day specifics of my job or my opinions of them, I'd rather keep my big mouth shut. For the past couple of months, I've remained pretty steadfast in my desire to never divulge my place of employment, nor ever to write about anything that goes on there.
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