It's no small miracle that M. Night Shyamalan has made an even halfway decent movie again after a decade-plus of naval gazing, and on that front I have to give SPLIT a lot of credit; this was the first time I saw flashes of the director who captured everyone's attention years ago before blowing it in spectacular fashion. Back was his ability to construct tension, play with expectation, and give actors room to go as big or as quiet as…
Well written, well acted, pedestrianally directed pseudo-satire that has a lot of parallels with our current climate and the tragedy of a small business getting shafted by a scuzzy raider who only wants to glorify himself. Unfortunately, everyone involved knows Ray Kroc is the villain of this story EXCEPT, it seems, its director, who plots out scenes with such milquetoast blandness that the bite in the script is dulled. Not a bad film by any stretch, but disappointing all the same.