Signs (2002)

Signs gets more fear out of a crackling baby monitor than out of its actual alien, and that’s the problem. Once you get a good look at it, the dread leaks out like air from a beach ball. The ending also leans on an alien weakness so goofy it became a punchline, and the movie sells it as proof of a higher plan. Before that, M. Night Shyamalan does a ton with almost nothing: a dog that won’t stop barking, a birthday party clip on the news, kids folding tinfoil hats, a family eating what might be their last dinner. Mel Gibson plays a grieving ex-priest with his jaw locked tight. Joaquin Phoenix hiding in a closet to watch the news is the most relatable thing in the movie. It made $408.2 million worldwide, yet its movie.guru score is the 5.5 median. A 6.2 because the first hour is a masterclass in creepy and the last stretch trips over its own big idea. $4,592 says you watch the birthday party clip twice and still jump the second time.

What works: Patient, creepy craft built from tiny things, plus a funny, frightened Joaquin Phoenix who gives the family scenes real warmth.

What doesn’t: Once the alien is fully on screen the fear drains away, and the ending’s big explanation is too silly to carry the faith message the movie hangs on it.

Who it’s for: People who like slow-burn creepiness and family drama with their alien invasions, and who can forgive a wobbly finale.