A glass half full...
2000’s Unbreakable and 2016’s Split have set the bar pretty damn high for Glass, the third and final film in the Unbreakable trilogy. The script does a good job of not pushing the envelope and keeps things plausible for as long as it can, but it raises the same questions Unbreakable did, giving us a sense of déjà vu and neglecting what we now take for granted, including the supernatural element.
Glass is dialogue-driven and punctuated by action. The pacing is at times anemic. The oversimplification and spoon-fed superhero trivia are unbearable. If Bruce Willis, Samuel L. Jackson, and James McAvoy weren’t here, we probably wouldn’t be watching this. Going into this with no expectations, you might have a good time. It’s extremely imaginative and unpredictable. It’s a little emo, too.
There’s good intrigue and exposition. The photography is superb. The colors are vibrant. The performances are everything you’d expect from these guys. They’re reprising eccentric characters, for the most part. McAvoy is stealing the show with his twenty-four personalities. Jackson is having fun with his villain. Willis is mostly absent. This isn’t Shyamalan’s best twist, but nice try.