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A couple of weeks ago, I finally got the long-awaited chance to watch the movie "Glass," the third installment in the brilliant trilogy written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan. "Glass," released earlier in 2019, is a thoroughly thought of sequel to "Unbreakable" and "Split" released in 2000 and 2018 respectively. Both were great pictures with captivating moments thanks to the intriguing stories and outstanding acting by Bruce Willis and Samuel L Jackson in the first installment and James McAvoy in the second. The three actors are finally brought together by Shyamalan—who, by the way, was the genius behind The Sixth Sense, a memorable masterpiece in the history of cinematic arts and one of my personal all-time favorites—to orchestrate the anticipated finale.
If you haven't figured this out yet, then I'll say it explicitly: You must watch the first two movies before you watch this one.
In "Glass," we witness the predictable, yet intense, convergence of the paths of three enigmatic individuals: Kevin Crumb, a man with multiple dissociate personality states; David Dunn, a security guard who quite later in his life discovers that he possesses superstrength and the ability to see informative visions; and Elijah Price, a genius thinker who suffers from a severe condition of osteoporosis and refers to himself as "Mr. Glass."
James McAvoy, who plays the role of Keven Crumbs—and nineteen other characters—did a phenomenal job. His memorable performance in "Split" was snubbed outrageously last year when he didn't receive a nomination for an Academy Award or Golden Globe, but I am certain this will not be the case this year. Hedwig, the 9-year-old boy; Patricia, the classy and domineering lady; and Dennis, the mastermind are the most three personalities I liked out of the twenty ones McAvoy portrayed so painstakingly.
The writing stood out for me, as a writer, and I surly enjoyed the subtle wittiness of it. The amount of quotable lines is truly impressive, but I will not share any to keep this a spoiler-free review.
The most thing I loved about "Glass," however, was how the simplicity, triviality, and mundaneness of certain elements were transformed into something godlike that signifies fear of poetic justice and virtuous vendetta. No flashy suits with tens of features, no colorful capes with distinctive logos, no preternatural projectiles, and no exaggerated multiverse tales. David's rain poncho, Elijah's wheelchair, and Kevin's shirtlessness were the only symbols of heroism and villainy in this movie.
The majority of movie critics bashed the movie. They can, of course, toss themselves onto an uncharted zone in hell where they can fuck themselves sideways. Man, I fucking appreciated the artistry of this film!
