You know something terrible has happened to your career when the studio choose to leave your name out of the marketing campaign - but not even M. Night Shyamalan deserves to have been associated with this movie (and that's saying something). Sure, there are a few Shyamalan trademarks inherent to After Earth, but for the most part you can sense that he's just a director-for-hire here because he's technically proficient, and presumably did whatever Will Smith told him. Which is to say, Shyamalan didn't actually write this dreck (that'd be The Book of Eli's Gary Whitta), which concerns a story about a father and son (Smith and his real life son, Jaden) who crash land on an extinct Earth and have to fight for survival against more-evolved CGI animals. The whole is really an excuse for Will Smith to try and turn his son (wooden as heck) into a Hollywood leading man, and is boring, uninspired and laughable. Jaden: Will Smith you ain't.
