I had already read what was, back when critics panned it, but wth, House wasn’t on yet and it made for カレーライス-eating fare. (NFusion’s latest bin seems to have reduced our watchable movie channels, as if I’ve been keeping track, so we settled on a Redbox rip from last week.) What puzzled me about the premise, apart from how cool M. Night must’ve thought it’d be to do the old Monty Python bit about people going by the window, is how the wind or plants or whatever managed to get this suicide signal by so many layers of cognitive insulation then to assert itself in such gruesome, yet arbitrary fashion. Maybe we’re asked to accept there’s a part of the unconscious that assesses every element in our immediate surroundings, whether it’s a loaded gun or cornfield-sized thrasher, for its potential to inflict deadly harm and that’s what was being tapped into? Occurs to me if God in His Infinite Wisdom were behind this so-called rapid evolution, He’d be neater about it and just target one of our autonomic processes instead, spare us from all the gore, and reduce the chances of these directives being misinterpreted and letting someone like me decide to kill myself with high fructose corn syrup or an STD.
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