This entire review felt like…mmm, how to put it? Okay.

You know that moment in every James Bond movie when Bond finally kills the big bad guy and it’s usually in a satisfyingly nasty fashion? Yeah, that’s how this review felt. The movie (and Shyamalan by default) being the bad guys, and the Nostalgia Critic being James Bond.

This is a beating 3 years overdue, but boy did it feel good.