Let's talk about M. Night Shyamalan.

Are you kidding me? M. Night Shyamalan's films are amazing.
No, they're not. There is absolutely nothing special about this man's movies. In, fact, his movies suck.
Let's start with Signs. I'm absolutely not the first to point this out*, but I absolutely have to. Shyamalan's Signs is about a farming family who inexplicably finds crop circles appearing in their fields. The crop circles start appearing in other places, and soon, the farming widower with two children (Mel Gibson) finds himself and his family facing a large-scale alien invasion. The aliens land on earth after traveling, without doubt, millions and millions of miles. WHAT FORCE ON EARTH COULD STOP THEM?
Turns out, a wooden door can. Mel Gibson and his family barricade themselves behind a wooden door in their basement. Mastery of space travel and unrivaled technology is nothing compared to an olden wooden door in a farmhouse.
But they can't keep themselves in the basement forever, and when they finally manage to emerge into the main floor of their house, they are confronted by aliens, and must find a way to defend themselves. But fate takes the wheel. A glass of water left on the counter by Gibson's ass-hat daughter falls to the floor under the alien's feet, and the alien begins screaming and starts to dissolve. Soon enough, everybody starts spilling water all over the aliens, and the invasion is over. Fantastic plot twist, or did M. Night Shyamalan run out of ideas?
Now, let's discuss The Village. There isn't actually much to discuss here, as throughout most of the movie a normal human being isn't actually sure what's going on. Also, the "monsters" that stalk the wilderness are never shown. Guess why...they don't actually exist. The inhabitants of the village mentioned are actually in a sanctuary of sorts, and in the end, the protagonist almost ends up getting hit by a car.
Fantastic filmmaking, Mr. Shyamalan.

*www.thebestpageintheuniverse.com