If the world's gonna end, can I at least go out watching something fun?
These days, I can't seem to escape the doomsday content, and I realized it a couple days back, while attending a screening of M. Night Shyamalan's latest thriller, Knock at the Cabin. The new blockbuster from the mind behind The Sixth Sense follows a gay couple, Eric (Jonathan Groff) and Andrew (Ben Aldridge), and their daughter, Wen (Kristen Cui), a loving family who think they're spending a pleasant weekend at a cabin, until they're held hostage by four strangers. These intruders inform the trio that they've been haunted by visions of the apocalypse, and the only way to save humanity is for the family to sacrifice one of their own. Until they make a decision, more and more people will continue to die.
It's a somewhat preposterous concept, but the film juggles big themes about what it means to love, and the friction of balancing your own needs versus those of the greater good. Because of this, Knock at the Cabin was easily Shyamalan's best movie in years, and it had me in tears by the end, especially thanks to its moving performances. But, when I left the theater, and the effects of Shyamalan's tearjerker wore off, I thought: Jeez, what's with all the apocalyptic media?