Austin’s review published on Letterboxd:
"You see light where there is only darkness."
Separation from pain is non-existent; there will always be ache and innocence will always die—but just because it is dark, the light still exists. Shyamalan is such a deeply empathetic human, one who understands trauma's scabs and its isolating manipulativeness. But of course, love can be what a nightmare bows to.
The grey, swallowing fog lit by pockets of yellow and warmed by two hands finding each other in the black. Reality is perception molded by either fear or courage, light bursting from the woods or color buried in the dirt.