A father and teen daughter attend a pop concert, where they realize they're at the center of a dark and sinister event.
This man just cannot finish his movies. The last third is a chaotic mess, but at the very least it's not taking itself as seriously as some of his previous works, making the whole experience at least relatively enjoyable. Shayamalan should consider an experimental collection of short films which only set up his (admittedly sometimes appealing) premises only to abruptly end.
maybe the trap was the friends we made along the way
