When The Sixth Sense shown up in theaters, nobody understood what to anticipate.
Writer-director M. Night Shyamalan just had 2 photos to his name: one, a semi-autobiographical drama starring himself that just played the celebration circuit, and the other, a drama about a Catholic school child’s look for God that just earned $305,704 versus a spending plan of $6 million. Walt Disney Studios, which wagered huge on the script, so questioned the movie that it offered the production rights and just maintained a portion of the movie’s capacity ticket office invoices. (More on that in a minute.) And in spite of the accessory of a star like Bruce Willis, even journalism slept on it. In Entertainment Weekly‘s Summer Movie Preview problem for 1999, the movie apparently didn’t even warrant a reference amongst the 134 films highlighted.
But when the photo lastly made its method to theaters on Aug. 6, 1999 and audiences took in the frightening tale—fixating Willis’ kid psychologist Malcolm Crowe and the young kid Cole Sear (played by the impossibly gifted Haley Joel Osment) who firmly insists (state it with us now) “I see dead people”—where absolutely nothing was rather what it appeared, whatever altered.
