Glass

Lacks both shine and clarity of origin’s origins. Fractured characters are grafted together but rather than lending each other narrative strength, they take turns bashing holes in panefully fragile premise. Shyamalan’s characters fuse while he cracks open his neglected tank of tired twists and dramatically drowns his franchise in frivolity.

Split

The M Night Returns with cohesively fragmented Splitchcockian gem. Perfectly proportioned seriousness to silliness and monstrously meaningful moral message add further psychological support to writing and directing that are almost as strong as McAvoy’s performances combined. Despite Signs to the contrary Shyamalan ended up Breaking out of his Senseless streak.