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Not wanting to create another Wahlberg, Willis is helping another troubled tyke, Haley Joel Osment. Osment, the son of worried single mother Toni Collette, is a cute and humorless kid who famously noted, "I see dead people." And he's not talking about Chicago voter registrations. These dead people scare Osment, partly because they have bloody head wounds or vomit green pea soup (Mischa Barton has looked better), and partly because they expect Osment to help them, when what he could really use is a good stock tip for his trust fund.
How others will see it. Nearly a decade after its release, The Sixth Sense remains a fixture within the imdb.com Top 250. It was nominated for a pile of Academy Awards, but was shut out in a "good year" that included the (also overrated) American Beauty. Audiences of all demographics enjoyed this movie, principally because of its 'amazing' twist ending.
How I felt about it. Now that a number of years have passed, The Sixth Sense is in the same league as The Crying Game and Citizen Kane. That is, it's fair game for spoilers. In case you don't know, Rosebud is a sled, Dil is a man, and Bruce Willis is dead.
But it's not so bad after all, since he still gets to walk the Earth, read Latin encylopedias, listen to old Wahlberg recordings (he's definitely not in Heaven), attend church and school plays, and keep a jealous eye on his ex, who's hanging out with a younger, less moody, and better looking man. Unfortunately, the dead people can't see each other, so you still won't get to meet Elvis, even after Donnie Wahlberg shoots you. Darn!
So, it's not much of a twist if you're not so much dead. The only thing you can't do when you die, it seems, is get anyone to pay attention to you, except for Osment. No wonder the dead hang around him. Otherwise, it's like talking to a stone wall. But the dead at least provide a great excuse for bad things that happen to the living: "I didn't throw a rock at that jewelry store window. It was Bruce Willis!"
Beyond the 'amazing' twist, what The Sixth Sense offers is a subdued, thoughtful Bruce Willis, a creepy kid who knows Latin better than most priests, and some minor spooky special effects. It's well done, I suppose, but brilliance is in the eye of the beholder, who is perhaps too readily impressed by polite overdressed supernatural children.