Glass doesn't go the way you think it will. Of course it doesn't: This is an M. Night Shyamalan movie. The one thing everyone can agree on about Shyamalan is his love of sneaky third-act twists, the more the merrier -- by the end of his latest, there are at least four. But, still, if you're expecting Glass to stick to the same notes as the superhero movies we've grown accustomed to in the years since Shyalaman's own Unbreakable, you're in for a surprise. Shyamalan has other ideas.
To recap: David Dunn (Bruce Willis) is an indestructible man, having survived a catastrophic train crash that clued him in to his strange superpower. For 19 years, he's been roaming the streets stopping petty crimes, keeping his identity concealed by wearing a rain poncho. Choice shots of his imposing, cloaked figure backlit by open doors and frosted windows are particularly striking. Meanwhile, Kevin Wendell Crumb (James McAvoy), otherwise known as Patricia, or Hedwig, or Dennis, or Barry, or any number of other split identities clamoring inside his head, keeps his compulsions sated by kidnapping those who have been untouched by sin (usually teen girls) and attempting to feed them to his final, most terrifying identity: The Beast.
Dunn and Crumb finally meet when Dr. Ellie Staple (Sarah Paulson) spirits both of them away to a mental facility, where she keeps them in locked rooms and explains that she has been given three days to convince them that they've been suffering from delusions of superheroic grandeur for their entire lives. There's no such thing as superheroes, only a very new, very fascinating form of hallucinogenic mania, she tells them.