Review: Signs (dir. M. Night Shyamalan, 2002)

SIGNS IS a daring bait-and-switch, in which director M. Night Shyamalan seems to promise his audience a movie about aliens and gives us a movie about God, instead. The film, which stars Mel Gibson as an Episcopal priest who has lost his faith following the tragic death of his wife, is about the need to believe that there is someone out there watching over us, and not just some empty meaningless void, and the film cannily plays with — and rejects — the idea that aliens can fulfill this need.

Graham Hess (Gibson) is a farmer as well as a former priest, and the film begins with his discovery that his crops have been marked by the same bizarre symbols that have turned up on farms all over the world in the past few decades. Graham’s young son, Morgan (Rory Culkin), jumps to the conclusion that it was God who flattened the crops. And when images of UFOs hovering over Mexico City are broadcast on the news, Graham’s brother Merrill (Joaquin Phoenix) calls them a “miracle”, a sign that can give people hope.

Personally, I have never understood why anyone would assume that aliens have supernatural significance. Perhaps I have seen too many Star Wars and Star Trek movies, but I have always thought that any aliens we might meet would be regular people and full of flaws, just like us, no matter how different their physiology might be. I am reminded of the Native Americans who assumed Cortez was the second coming of the god Quetzalcoatl, and greeted him accordingly, only to be conquered by his men. The discovery of a hitherto unknown race, human or alien, may be something to marvel at, but it is hardly the sort of thing in which we can place our faith.

What I like about Signs is how Shyamalan exposes the folly of such attitudes. The aliens turn out to have evil intentions for our planet, and Graham and his family struggle to find some way to protect themselves from these intruders. When salvation comes in the end, it is from a completely unexpected source, and we realize the movie is not about the “signs” made by the aliens (which turn out to be nothing more than navigational aids, anyway), but the “signs” of God’s sovereignty in the world.

It is good to see a summer movie explore such themes, but unfortunately, Signs makes its too point all too obviously, and clumsily. As in his last two films, The Sixth Sense and Unbreakable, Shyamalan takes a pulpy premise and treats it as though it were serious drama. But where those films were held together by their emphasis on personal relationships, Signs — which is about interplanetary contact, after all — has a broader scope and is forced to fill itself with scenes in which people watch the news or read books and rattle off a bunch of facts about the aliens.

To make matters worse, several of the supporting characters — including a police officer (Cherry Jones) and an army recruitment officer (Ted Sutton) — have the sort of exaggerated mannerisms that might belong in a Coen brothers movie, but feel out of place in this film. And other characters, including a vet played by Shyamalan, are given unlikely dialogue that rams home the film’s theme that there is no such thing as coincidence.

The awkward exposition, the fitful comic relief, the contrived plot devices — all these things reminded me of Left Behind and other films produced by and for the Christian subculture. And that was before the film’s big climax, which fails both as drama and as science fiction; it is also highly suspect as theology. If I may borrow a phrase from Carolyn Arends, the film ties everything together far too neatly, leaving little room for the mess and mystery of life to be, well, messy and mysterious. It also turns out the aliens are pretty stupid; what alien would step onto a planet as hazardous as ours without wearing protective clothing?

Shyamalan, who was born to a Hindu family and educated at a Catholic school, certainly believes someone is watching over him; he has cited the box office success of The Sixth Sense as evidence that that film was “guided” by a higher power. But for my money, films are more rewarding, and more engaging, when they allow for some ambiguity around these themes. Signs is Shyamalan’s least satisfying film since Wide Awake.

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USA: PG-13 | BC: PG | ON: PG

– A version of this review was first published on the BC Christian News website.

About Peter T. Chattaway

Peter T. Chattaway was the regular film critic for BC Christian News from 1992 to 2011. In addition to his film column, which won multiple awards from the Evangelical Press Association, the Canadian Church Press and the Fellowship of Christian Newspapers, his news and opinion pieces have appeared in such publications as Books & Culture, Christianity Today, Bible Review and the Vancouver Sun. He also contributed essays to the books Re-Viewing The Passion: Mel Gibson’s Film and Its Critics (Palgrave Macmillan, 2004) and Scandalizing Jesus?: Kazantzakis’s The Last Temptation of Christ Fifty Years on (Continuum, 2005).


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