Split is a movie about a man (James McAvoy) who has 23 personalities. He (they) kidnaps 3 teenage girls, and the movie follows their struggle to escape and his struggle with his personality disorder.
Sort of like its main character, Split can’t seem to get a grip on what it is.
It’s at its best when it commits to being a psychological thriller, and and its worst when it splits it plot into incoherent flashbacks and pacing shifts.
I started to get an overwhelming Suicide Squad vibe during the first 40 minutes or so of the movie…
And like the joker said, I thought that this movie was going to be really…really…bad.
The dialogue is pitiful, the plotting is asinine, and it’s just all-around boring.
Then, something happens!
The entire film, actors included, seemingly gets a jot of energy. It becomes more compelling, more thrilling, and more visually stimulating. It barely escapes mediocrity and catapults itself into “good” status, resting on the shoulders of James McAvoy’s/Anya Taylor-Joy’s shoulders, as well as a script that seems to be written by a completely different, less-cheesy M. Night.
(In case you didn’t know, Anya-Taylor Joy plays the titular character in last year’s best film, which I’m down to geek out about anytime, anywhere.)
McAvoy puts on an acting clinic, and his climactic scenes are a treat to watch.
The film does get away from itself towards the end, and the signature M. Night twist is a bit…meh.
The movie closes on a relatively high note, though, and you will most likely be satisfied when you are done watching it.
The highs are high enough to make it worth watching.