Last night I accompanied a friend to see M. Night Shyamalan's Split. I hadn't seen a film of his in a theater since Signs and The Sixth Sense, and I hadn't even been to the local Bijou in months, so it was nice to get back out for a movie.
The movie was good, and suspenseful, until just as things were beginning to come to a head near the end when he did something that I know "works" for a lot of people, but just doesn't for me, because in this case (again, for me), it breaks a certain ground rule. It wasn't his customary "twist", and indeed there is no twist, which is nice. There are also zero --count 'em-- jump scares, which I have to give as a compliment.
Regardless of my li'l complaint, it's one of his better films and the presence of Betty Buckley throughout is wonderful. I also enjoyed a delightful repast of chicken fingers and fries, and I vow to get back to the movies now and then. That absence was too long.
