Esther Rosenfield’s review published on Letterboxd:
The camera, the editing, the score, the performers, the characters, all of them reaching out and having faith that they'll be pulled in the right direction. All guided by imperceptible senses, and appropriately erratic for them.
The sad part is that they can never get to the end. Ivy knows the whole truth, but she'll never know that she does. The only closure is in falsehood. Knowledge is ignorance, and ignorance is bliss. But in the end, Shyamalan is no cynic. He ends on a note of hope, even though we know it's hope born from a lie. Hope is hope, the film argues. Shyamalan's said that his entire career.
I'd love to read an argument against this film that isn't based in banal "plot hole" nitpickery. This is extraordinary filmmaking.