Rated 2.0 When the lone survivor of a train wreck (Bruce Willis) finds himself not only alive but without a scratch, his dazed confusion draws him into a mysterious relationship with an art dealer (Samuel L. Jackson) with congenitally weak bones. In his follow-up to last year’s surprise hit The Sixth Sense, writer/director M. Night Shyamalan has the same star, a similar atmosphere of foreboding and another startling twist ending, but this time around, it’s mostly smoke and mirrors. Shyamalan is a stylish and confident filmmaker, but having his actors speak in solemn whispers and pacing the film at a portentous, funereal crawl fails to conceal the fact that the characters (especially Willis’) are drab and uninteresting, and the story, even allowing for the supernatural overtones, is unconvincing.