Split Into Disappointments.
Shyamalan’s conclusion to his beloved project is a disappointing loose thread that thoroughly convinces you to hold on to it, but barely is ready to be the host for it. There is too much going behind the screen- his signature move- that when it is reveal it does leave you in an awe of it, but when it comes to show definite figures on screen, the numbers are often mismatching. There is no romance in either the characters or the storytelling. And it is the primary reason why it shatters so vigorously. Without any whatsoever flow, the storytelling often comes off as news, which too frankly isn’t intriguing. To be informative is one thing and to be a narrator another.
What it does get right, is the mythology that Shyamalan has constructed in his mind. His sincere respect to the concept itself can easily be filtered out in his mannerism. His film lives on glorifying these characters to their limits. He gives them enough range and room to flaunt in their persona and the impact it creates to the surrounding of it. And clearly he has kept McAvoy at the front of it, the time, space, energy and range he has offered to that character, is all admirable accepted by McAvoy, and the result is stupendous.
His awe-inspiring performance both challenges and mocks his fellow actors, his commitment on the nakedness and innocence of each personality is the soul reason, he emerges as the only survivor from this tale. Challenging him with few good scenes, resides Jackson’s thirst for the quest and abomination. With very little to do, he makes sure he leaves a last longing impression on the viewers. Paulson has a bit edgy character to portray, either way, she never is able to enchant us nor overpower us through her schemes.
Willis, as probably the biggest disappointment, is playing a cameo, with very little finesse on his performance. The other supporting cast like Johnson and Treat Clark too falls under the same pit. Shyamalan has always managed to build up the hype like no one else, he aces in it, but when it comes to reveal the cards, they are often disappointing or rushed over. In this case, the physical sequences are not only dull and off putting but annoying, which is mostly mutilated by the eerie camera work that is there to actually enhance the momentum of the scene; irony.
Aforementioned, his last thought on this big war of comic books, is sharp and illuminating, it shifts our perspective to a whole new dimension. But before any of it scrolls open, it is already too late. While its first act maps out the characters in a different state, the second one that ought to be husky and cunning; especially since Jackson is in control of the ride, it isn’t thoroughly justified with very little skin in the whole “mastermind” game. Glass aches you more than you would anticipate, the beloved characters over the years, they deserved much more and so did we.