The slide that filled the screen before the press screening of Glass featured a note from director M. Night Shyamalan. Most of it was a gentle plea for viewers to keep the film’s secrets—a request I’m more than happy to indulge, so long as I can warn you that all those secrets are fairly fucking stupid—but the note closed with something along the lines of “I hope you enjoy Glass, a story 19 years in the making.”
Armchair executives on social media love lodging complaints about Hollywood’s aversion to originality—which isn’t just a gripe that’s older than your grandparents, but was pure bullshit back when they were coughing it up. A thousand-odd films get released every year; it’s your damn fault if you solely patronize the roller-coaster rides made in SoCal’s ‘splosion factories.