SilentDawn’s review published on Letterboxd:
Watching this for the umpteenth viewing, I couldn't help but focus on how every scene, set-up, narrative development, choice of color and mood and music, feels fresh. Even the most rudimentary moments are captured by M. Night Shyamalan's determination of form. Just take a look at the opening, with the birth of Mr. Glass, as Shyamalan captures the disorientation and confusion with the help of two mirrors and a floaty handheld long-take. Following that, the camera moving back and forth between the space of two seats on the train, or the durational tension of David Dunn waking up after the accident, with a fellow passenger slowly dying in the foreground. And that's just the beginning. By the time we get to that close-up of Audrey being carried up the stairs by David, I'm levitating off the couch. Shyamalan's rigorous commitment to the antithesis of superhero convention results in a masterwork that is aging quite gracefully. A story of baptism, rejuvenation, and self-discovery.
"Tell me something, David. When you woke up this morning... Was it still there? The sadness?"