Old (dir. M. Night Shyamalan).

What nearly sinks the film is how satisfied it becomes with itself by the conclusion. In the final act, Shyamalan over-explains everything, and instead of giving a satisfying but still haunting resolution, he basically answers every lingering question tidily. It feels like a two-hour version of Lost or a feature-length episode of The Twilight Zone that explains all the mysteries beyond the initial premise. This slowly undoes the engaging sense of tension he builds over the first half of the film.