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I only wish Shyamalans storytelling was as lively as his pathology.
His mixture of pulp and idolatry congeals on the screen.
Mr. Glass (Samuel L. Jackson), archvillains.
Shyamalans true villains, though, are not the arch ones.
Theyre the people who deny that such exalted individuals exist or actively strive to suppress them.
But then Shyamalan got fancy.
Any day the Beast appears is going to be a bad day.
The commercial hook ofGlassis a monster jamboree: The Beast meets the hero and villain ofUnbreakable.
She explains to them that there aremedicalreasons for their disorders.
Not in the Shyamsters universe, where its not only essential to believe but damnable not to.
Williss Malcolm Crowe inThe Sixth Sensemissed a doozy.)
Glass has to be present because hes the catalyst.
He put the story in motion.
I had no problem with the Beast when he was the Wolverine or the more family-friendly Hulk.
The train-station finale ofGlassmust be seen to be disbelieved.
The actors must have wanted to jump on the next train out.
Oh, these poor actors.
Id love to be able to forget her last shot.
(Casey knows that Kevins inner self is sweet and scared.)
(Woodard was born in 1953, Jackson in 1948.)
Willis successfully reproduces his stuporous-ness fromUnbreakable not a happy achievement.
And McAvoy slips more fluidly in and out of his various stereotypes hes impressive even if his material isnt.
I hope Shyamalan comes to realize that he should be careful of his inner grandiose posturing apostle.
