It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
"Counterpoint" is possibly the most unlikely war movie of 1968, but it has a perverse charm and a lot of good classical music.
It also has atmosphere: A captured Belgian castle, gloomy and foreboding, with spider webs in the wine cellars and monomaniacal maestros and German generals swooping around in black capes with red linings.
If only they had said the hell with it and made a Gothic horror movie, they would have had something. Even now, I can see Orson Welles towering over the camera, rumbling: "You are a strange girl, Jane Eyre."
Unhappily, Welles is nowhere in sight, and "Counterpoint" is not a Gothic thriller but a war movie. And what a war movie it is.