Not to be confused with the recent M. Night Shyamalan film — but how I hope it is — the Split from 1989 is very much a prototypically bizarre YouTube clip stretched out into interminable movie length, so I guess that’s something to be technologically proud of.
Within minutes of pressing play, the screen is soon filled with bad teeth, bad accents and bad dialogue — including the classic line “We came for breakfast, not for AIDS!” — with the immediate start-stop bent going between this homeless man’s world and some sort of technologically unsound underworld, giving the movie an infinitely more intriguing first half-hour than many other futuristic-repressed films of the time.
The homeless man, actually, is a sort of quick-change artist, slipping in and out of one bad comedic persona after another; he’s also on the run from this nameless group of American computer-hacker types who are desperately trying to track down the man, whose real name we learn is the unlikely Starker (Timothy Dwight).
Apparently living off the grid, especially in a time when it was easier to, strange computer graphics come to life, pixelating and swirling, proving somehow that Big Brother really is watching Starker and, of course, brainwashing all of us. By the way: Everyone is living in some form of a dystopian future, but I only learned that from reading the back of the Blu-ray case — it still looks and feels like generic 1989 Los Angeles to me.
While writer/director Chris Shaw’s film drags as we follow Starker around from one supposed comedy bit after another, where he goes to art shows as an Austrian psychoanalyst and hangs out at a Terry Gilliam-esque woman’s house, for example, keep with it; if you persevere and give it a few minutes, Split eventually becomes an absolute cheesy mind-melt as it barrels down toward a typically dark and depressing ending that I’m not sure I really get yet, but I appreciated nonetheless.
Apparently one of the first films to use CGI — and it shows — Split was a very low-budget outing with a message bigger than it could possibly contain: Conformity is a soul-destroying beast and the only thing that can save us all is a fat urinal cake to be dropped in the water supply cleaning our clouded visions — something I’ve written about in clandestine pamphlets for years. —Louis Fowler