M. Night, of course, means more to me than all but maybe 3-4 filmmakers, so it’s weird that I never return to this all that often. This was my first time watching it in god, well over ten years. Everything that makes the film (and his subsequent work) remains as breathtaking as usual, but his ability to direct children remains inimitable. An astonishing performance by Osment is so easy to forget after close to thirty years of memes, parody, and canonization, but he really is that good. The moment where he finally confronts his fear and asks the ghost what she needs to tell him is up there as one of the all-time great moments in cinema. One of the most delicate and well-observed looks at fighting through mental illness as a child, and simply lacking the ability to explain it to an equally helpless parent. Devastating.