With mumbled and – if I’m being perfectly honest – insincere apologies to all and sundry… this M. Night Shyamalan movie didn’t do much for me at all. Rather than the much-heralded return to form that everyone else seems to have seen, I thought this thriller about a kidnapper with multiple split personalities was flat and dull, aside from James McAvoy’s more ludicrous and briefly entertaining moments; he seems to have had fun playing the evil antagonist. As far as young-women-kept-against-their-will-in-a-creepy-basement films go, I much preferred last year’s 10 Cloverfiled Lane, and in terms of Split‘s much-touted twist – Shyamalan really has become hampered by these – it felt clumsily shoehorned in and didn’t excite me in the slightest. Genuinely perplexed as to why this ham-fisted pap has gotten so much love. (*½)