The Village suffers in several ways inherent to M. Night Shyamalan’s technique. The cold, distant shots; the abuse of misdirection in his writing (it’s more cunning when you put everything in plain sight, rather than just hint at it); and the trite twists.
Despite this, The Village is fairly good. Well, by fairly good, I mean in perspective of his recent efforts (let’s not discuss Signs). Sure, the main twist is obvious, but the film is still a solid piece of storytelling. While it won’t win any awards (well, it probably has already), it’s reasonably entertaining.