M. Night Shyalaman often misses the mark, and this is absolutely no exception. The story is yet another load of pure nonsense. Once again, nothing is explained, and the ending is, as so often before, miserably predictable and utterly moronic. On the other hand, the production value is top notch, as is the acting. The little Asian girl who plays a central role is a delight, and Dave Bautista proves once again that he is Hollywood's ex-wrestler numero uno, and that Dwayne Johnson can eat his heart out. I'm not going to spoil the plot, so that's it. Personally, I'm disappointed, but if you have Revelations on your bedside table or belong to the woke segment, this is a movie for you.