The most striking recent evidence that mystical and supernatural forces may be at play in America is this: The best movie of the year is a horror flick starring Bruce Willis as a psychiatrist.

On paper, nothing could sound less promising, especially if you were one of the few unfortunates who paid cash money to see Willis’s last performance as a psychiatrist in a hilariously rotten piece of soft-core porn called The Color of Night. Add to that the fact that Willis’s co-star is an eleven-year-old boy whose most notable previous credits were playing Murphy Brown’s illegitimate son and the child of Forest Gump, and you would have every reason to avoid The Sixth Sense.