It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
In the opening scene of Peter Watkins "Privilege," a pop singer is handcuffed, stuffed in a bag and carried to the stage, where two uniformed guards dump him out.
They hit him with nightsticks and then lock him in a cage. Dazed and bleeding, he sings one song.
Watkins' camera cuts back and forth between the caged singer and his audience, which is filled with tearful screaming, yearning little girls. They love him. They want him. As long as he's safely out of reach up there on the stage, they desperately desire him.
This is the psychology that the pop idol's managers cynically exploit in "Privilege."