M. Night Shyamalan. Once he was one of Hollywood’s most exciting new directors. With thrillers like The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable and Signs under his belt, the media was falling over itself to announce Shyamalan as the heir apparent to Steven Spielberg. But then, well, you know the history. A bunch of duds and a Last Airbender adaptation that is widely viewed as the worst film of the 21st century later, Shyamalan had become a punchline – a joke that was always there for writers of Saturday Night Live and The Tonight Show.
Split has been billed as Shyamalan’s comeback film, and you know what, it isn’t half bad. It would not have the warm reception that it did had anyone else directed it, but it’s still far from a bad movie.
(Please note: I won’t spoil the customary Shyamalan twist in this review, and I’d appreciate if anyone choosing to use the comment section also follow this, in case someone hasn’t seen the film yet).