Bruce Willis, Samuel L. Jackson, and James McAvoy reprise their roles from Unbreakable and Split for Glass, the final installment of the superhero-not-superhero trilogy by M. Night Shyamalan.
Oh man. I tried so hard to look at Glass half full and optimistic even after early reviews began rolling in. This film had so much potential to create something truly special. But sadly, Glass is broken, jagged, dull, stained and every other negative play on the word “glass” you can imagine.
The story is all over the place and jam-packed with a rather absurd finale. Shyamalan, who is known for his plot twists and shocks, truly fails on delivering anything original. Overall, Glass just felt sloppy. Although the sloppiness may be due to the unnecessary amount of POV shots throughout the film – I love looking at James McAvoy as much as the next person, but not when blood is gushing from his mouth. No thank you.
Glass almost feels rushed, like Shyamalan was SO excited about creating the film (or probably so excited that people cared about his films again) that everything wasn’t fleshed out enough.
However, like every shard of glass, there is a bit of brilliance and in this case, that is an incredible performance by James McAvoy, who takes on multiple personalities in almost every shot. I know I was RAVING when Split came out (before the time of Heather’s Hot Takes) about McAvoy’s ability to transform but he just outdoes himself in Glass. There is a sequence in which you literally watch him transform into five distinct personalities and it’s honestly jaw-dropping.
Final Thoughts: It would be wrong to say Glass is completely empty (because McAvoy is worth seeing), but it is definitely not full.