If M. Night Shyamalan had stopped at The Sixth Sense, it would have been better. After that, it has been a continuous regression. He had slightly raised the bar with The Visit and Split, which now seem like the last acts of a dying man. In Glass, he is rambling, verbose, absurd, boring, and unusually unable to compensate for the usual problems of a questionable screenplay with the good directing technique he had been acknowledged for. This film, when it seems to reach a concluding point (to the relief of the yawning audience), keeps resurrecting up to a tragicomic epilogue as relevant as a Di Maio speech: just believe it truly, and anyone can transform into a superhero and defeat the strong powers. Pretentious.
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