The early stages of M. Night Shyamalan’s career gave us three killer movies. His third movie, Signs (2002) is a great introduction to Shyamalan and the horror genre. In this film, Mel Gibson plays a troubled farmer on the outs with his family and God. Then come the crop circles! You don’t have to admit it, but I know you had a crop circle phase.
Woof. Jim and I really, really wanted to like Glass, the sequel to the terrific Unbreakable, and the surprisingly good / sneaky amazing Split. And it should work. Bruce Willis, Samuel Jackson, and Anya Joy Taylor are good, and James McAvoy does more incredible work as the Horde. But the script is just about the laziest damn thing we’ve ever seen. Tons of plotholes, characters succeeding not because of their brilliance but others’ stupidity, and Shyamalan indulging the worst of his third act instincts torpedo any chance this movie had to kickstart a new cinematic universe, which is it’s plain ambition. It’s a genuine disappointment, ya’ll.