Split Is Far Better Than Shyamalan’s Recent Films
Starring James McAvoy, Anya Taylor-Joy
Written & Directed by M Night Shyamalan
Rating: ***(3 stars)
So all right. We know this is a thriller about a kidnapper who assumes 23 personalities.
But would the real Manoj Night Shyamalan please stand up? Is he the director who turned around the very definition on-screen thrills and horror with The Six Sense ,followed it up with the riveting Unbreakable, and then slid downward into a seemingly fathomless pit of mediocrity with one disaster after another.
Manoj rapidly declined into the night with Signs(2002), The Village(2004), The Lady In Water(2006) , The Happening(2008) and worst of all the 3D abomination The Air Bender which apart from other atrocities, also revealed Dev ‘Slumdog’ Patel to be an extremely inept actor.
To be honest one thought The Air Bender to be a kind of closure on Mr Shyamalam’s career as spook merchant.We thought it couldn’t get any worse. In how many more ways could Shyamalan tell the same Sixth Sense story over and over again? The eerie became progressively dreary in Shayamalan’s oeuvre.
Split sees the return of Manoj Night Shyamalan to form. It is an unabashedly populist thriller conceived and designed to make us eat out of the director’s hand. It gives us an startling anti-hero who inhabits many personalities . As played by James McAvoy, Kevin is sinister and scary.Or, so he would like us to believe.
Without wasting a single moment Shyamalan gets to the business at hand when three girls are kidnapped by a man who looks ….strange? Yeah, strange and driven almost to a Satanic pitch of disintegration and fury.Immediately we know the focus of attention here is Casey, played by Anya Taylor-Joy, a prized discovery .
How do we know Casey is more important to the plot than her two kidnapped friends? Because she sits in the front seat with the kidnapper while the other girls bring up the rear.Yes, Split is that kind of a spoonfeeding delight where subtleties are sacrificed for the sake of a frantic celerity.Improbabilities and absurdities are blissfully invited into the plot throwing open the question of Art subverting a serious psychological disorder to titillate the audience.
Most of the film’s relentlessly riveting 2-hour playing-time is a cat-and-mouse game between Taylor-Joy and Avoy, as predictably,the two other girls drop out of the narrative in conveniently spaced-out interludes that suggest a direct link between horror and psychological disorder.No one dies a horrible death. The girls are not sexually assaulted by Kevin, though ironically one of them is attacked routinely in the “normal” world outside her captivity.
Yes, Hitcock’s Norman got there first.As played by the Scottish actor James McAvoy the spaced-out Kevin often comes across as a histrionic showoff. Many of his personality transformations are undertaken in the spirit of auditions and showreels. The 23 personalities that McAvoy is said to assume remain provocative ideas underscored by a chilling insinuation . On screen the myriad personalities come and go with fleeting promises of a more precious truth about a mind that embraces multiple personalities . Tragically that larger truth which we wait for, is compressed and compartmentalized to provide us with that thrill-a-minute experience which breathes down Shyamalan’s downspiralling career’s neck.
Many times we end up as confused by McAvoy’s very impressive show of acting chops as his therapist played by veteran actress Betty Buckley.A bad-hair day version of Judi Dench,Betty’s role is the feeblest and most unconvincing thread in Shyamalan’s plot. Dr Fletcher holds the key to Kevin’s mind-blowing intellectual somersaults. Rather than behave like a responsible member of the medical fraternity she behaves like any woman in any cheesy horror film walking straight into the dangerous criminal’s google-free lair.
Needless to say the shrink with her shrunk vision gets bumped off. No , this is not a spoiler. It’s a horror thumb-rule.
To his credit Shyamalan never loses grip over the narrative even when the surprise element slackens and slows down and finally whittles down to a zero.Split is remarkably assured in following the rules of a solid cat-and-mouse thriller. The attempts at bringing in a psychological heft by trying to align Casey’s current captivity with her childhood predicament is at best, tenuous.
But then as Bruce Willis’ “surprise appearance” at the end of the film proves, life has a way of coming a full circle. That goes for the thriller genre and for those who practise it.
Welcome back, Manoj.
