It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
We place such trust in the sky.
Most of us must have secret moments when we think to ourselves that it would be wonderful to be alive when mankind receives its first visit from outer space. A lot of the science-fiction movies of the 1950s predicted that our first alien visitors would be hostile, using ray guns to shoot the dome off the Capitol Building. But it would take such an incredible expenditure of time and energy to travel from one star system to another that there could be no motive of profit and power. Oddly enough, the only real motives for star travel are completely disinterested ones: curiosity, generosity, playfulness.
That is why it is just barely possible, in "Batteries Not Included," to accept the flying saucers that show up one day in the dilapidated bedroom where two old people sleep in one of New York's urban renewal wastelands. These saucers are cute. There is a girl saucer and a boy saucer, and they are about the size of, well, saucers. They like to fix things. They grow fond of the old couple, and help them to defend their building from those who would tear it down to build a skyscraper.
The couple is played by Hume Cronyn and Jessica Tandy, and they have lived here for many years, running the greasy spoon downstairs while the neighborhood changed from a comfortable middle-class community to a blasted heath where theirs is the only building left standing. How they expect to attract restaurant customers to the only building within blocks is not explained by the movie, but then once we accept the flying saucers there are a lot of questions we won't be asking.