The Critics say:
"An awesome film. Perfectly directed."
-- Ross Anthony, HOLLYWOOD REPORT CARD

"Masterfully plotted, a superb film!"
-- Rod Dreher, NEW YORK POST

"It’s hard to recall the last time a film blended story, originality, character depth, genre elements, theme and mood with as much potent synergy as The Sixth Sense does."
-- Jeffrey Huston, JEFF HUSTON'S BELIEVE ME

DBM says:
Possibly the most overrated, atrociously boring movie mankind has ever conceived (except, maybe, for Pulp Fiction). I even considered poking out my own eyes so that I would be spared this ridiculously overblown so-called thriller. Then I realised that setting fire to the crowded theatre and not shouting "Fire!" would be perfect, not only as a method of getting rid of those brain-damaged enough to enjoy this shite, but also as a totally postmodern examination of Free Speech. The Sixth Sense is a horror movie with no horror, a thriller with no thrills, and a surprise ending that only came as a surprise to anyone below the age of 5. So Bruce Willis' character is dead. We get it. Move on... possibly with something coming out of the ground, or someone's head exploding. Where's the final showdown between the Master Ghost and Willis, who has only a shotgun and a chainsaw attached to the bloody stump of an arm? No huge-breasted teenage bimbos ripping off their tops, only to have their faces ripped off by ghosts no-one is sure even exist? The so-called ghosts themselves are laughable Halloween period costume cadavers, with makeup courtesy of your neighbour's son who thinks he wants to go into the horror prosthetic industry because he has a bottle of liquid latex. What is the fucking point? M. Night Shyamalan (that isn't a fucking name, it's an anagram clue to a crossword) seems to continually confuse "atmosphere" and "suspense" with people saying their lines really, really slowly and in a low whisper that gets more and more irritating as the 14 hours of this abortion unfold. Burn it.