If you are stuck at home due to rain and your nasty semi-annual cold, and you decide to enjoy a bad movie night with your wife, and one of those bad movies is The Village, whatever you do, watch it first. It is so dull, so torpid, that whatever you watch afterward will seem a work of genius in comparison.
Even Ghost Ship.
P.S. I harbor a special rage for a director who uses a reflecting-in-glass-oh-I-wish-I-were-Hitchcock cameo to fill in a gaping plot hole.
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