Take a knee, cadet.
(I prefer M. Night Shyamalan films when they're actually written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan, thanks).
I think we need a term (say, "Bluff Cinema") for films that play at lofty allegory through muddled and opaque execution. A film that's built on this kind of contradiction is infuriating not because it's "challenging" in any meaningful sense, but because it attacks the audience while shielding itself from critique. Defenders can get away with claims that detractors "didn't get it," because the film's delivery is airy and vague enough to validate virtually any reading.
As a piece of…
"One might argue that Rian Johnson’s The Last Jedi attempts at deconstruction yet again, depicting the original trilogy’s heroic Luke as an inexplicably jaded Jedi living in self-imposed exile on an island of Pokémon. But, shackled to the scraps of Abrams’ mangled half-narrative, Johnson never truly gets the chance to move beyond broad suggestions of moral complexity. In other words, he never gets past scraping at the surface of everything the prequels had to offer."