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One of my all time favorites.

Don't listen to the Hype. It's awful

best movie i've ever seen.

it is finally so absorbing because it plays like a lyrical road odyssey that’s also a detective story.

It starts saying its set in 2008 and Global Warming has flooded London. Well needless to say one more movie where the global warming cult got it wrong. The movie has a certain charm especially if you like shoot em up movies. Just remember to get a bigger f**king gun when you go hunting the almost indestructible mutant monster.

Greetings from Lithuania."Split Second" 1992 is superb movie for a lovers of these kinda of films. By saying "these" kind i mean it'a macho stuff at it's best, with a very cool villain at the center. I saw this picture countless times when i was a kid, loved every frame of it, Rutger Hauer was the ultimate hero / bad ass type of character. This is a monster movie, predator, buddy cop movie at the same time. It has very coll art direction, it's dark, yet very atmospheric. Overall, 1010 for "Split Second" as it is my childhood flick, with ultimate hero at the center, great character development. very Good villain, you can't ask for more, if you love these kind of pictures, you will love this film.

Rutger Hauer is a police detective in London, a few years in the future, when global warming has flooded much of the city. Hauer wears dark spectacles, keeps a cigar in his mouth, wears a long black overcoat with a turned-up collar, and strides down alleys with the wet pavement reflecting the neon lights advertising debaucheries of various kinds. Well, if Arnold Schwarzenegger could do it, why not Rutger Hauer? Hauer is probably a better actor than Schwarzenegger, although I respect Arnold enormously. He was my supporting player in "Raw Deal" in the first violent scene in which he and two other human mammoths knocked me on my rear. It was strictly in accordance with the script because in real life I could easily have decked him. Only the fact that I was wearing a black T shirt with "Walker Museum, Minneapolis" stenciled on the back must have given him enough faux courage to bump against me so viciously. Probably thought I was some kind of egg head freak with one foot in fairydom, sitting on floors and talking about intellectuals like Deepak Chopra. He'd have had another think coming if I hadn't been hobbled by the role of cowardly gambler.Where was I? It was a horrifying smash against that Boulder Dam with legs and when I hit the poker table I think there was some brain damage. Yes, the movie. Thank you. Hauer is on the usual revenge kick because his former partner was murdered, and now his new one has been butchered. He carries a long-barreled revolver with a scope and an abundance of other blocky attachments. Of him, his colleagues say, "Now he lives on anxiety, coffee, and chocolate." It's quickly established that Hauer is a loose cannon who dislikes rules and, in fact, doesn't obey them. But he's experienced and he's "the best." Of course he's assigned an assistant, Dick Durken, a novice Oxford graduate, whom Hauer mistreats at every opportunity. As Dirty Harry said to HIS first novice assistant, "Don't let your college degree get you killed." Not to worry about any political implications of global warming. It's just an excuse for wet streets and rubber boots, which help to distinguish it from other undistinguished action movies. That when the serial killer is nearby you can hear a loud heart thumping on the screen and hoarse breathing, is almost a requirement in a dumb movie like this. Half-way through it turns from an ordinary action flick into "Predator" and loses its wits completely.

Oh, Split Second, what fun it was to be with you for that hour and a half. You're not a very good movie. You also try and have your cake and eat it: you cast an actor, Rutger Hauer, who will take a role seriously even if it's just as a guy at a bus-stop giving directions to someone (actually, that sounds like a role he should take up sometime, it would be the bit-part of the decade), while also putting him in one of those post-apocalypse-future settings where his fellow actors are playing at characters all copied and pasted from other movies. There's the nerdy partner to Hauer's Harley on-the-edge cop (well, seemingly nerdy as he runs five miles each day and has sex every night); there's the love interest who Harley hooked up with after her former lover, his ex-partner, bit the big one by a big-bad monster only to later break up with her and then, as the story opens here, is back with her perhaps against better judgment in 2008; there's the hot-headed cops that Harley has to answer to and take crap from who all are there just to be hot-headed without much reason or purpose otherwise.Oh, and it's the future so there's strippers, and grime, and rats, lots of rats. Movie, where's Wesley from Wanted when you really need him? Perhaps it's not all of your fault... OK, it is, you're a movie. You should have some cleverer writing, some faith in your actors who are at least capable and at best staggeringly talented, and as well a clearer head in directing action scenes or just simple little moments that come off as awkward or badly timed. One of these I must point out to you is how you go back and forth when Harley and his partner are at a bar having food and a drink and talking about the case while back at Harley's apartment the big creature-thing-whatever monster (could be Lucifer?) is sneaking up in like in a Brian De Palma movie (not to be mistaken with Hitchcock, mind you) on Kim Cattral having a shower. I couldn't get any suspense out of the shower bit, and I couldn't get invested at all in the conversation, whatever good there was in it, at the bar. Take a pick.Oh, and Hauer. How do you take this guy and make him so... uneven? There are moments, granted, that he comes in totally ready to kick the crap out of someone, or just to act crazy or have that edge that one would hope Hauer brings to the character. But at times he's also left unfortunately at the mercy of your screenplay, which has him noodling between being one of these archetypal futuristic cowboy dudes who go around town with a bunch of guns and a cigar and don't take anything from anybody and having a soul and being tortured by psychic 'feelings' (hence, I guess, the title, since it's a split-second before the monster is somewhere that he feels the presence). Other actors don't even have that kind of odd dimension, as Cattrall and Pete Postlethwaite are left scurrying for whatever little they can do in a given scene (Cattral especially is like a sexy leaf in the wind here). Only the partner, Dick Durkin played by Duncan, shows some real chutzpah in the final act.And why do you torture me with having scenes that see-saw between totally unintentionally hilarious moments and some that are just the head-scratching kind you get with average-to-low-average genre material? It's a fun time to have with friends, don't get me wrong. It's a great find if you've never seen it - not to be confused with great movie, heavens no - especially if it's a Rutger Hauer night at the movie-house or time to dig up a weird oddity in semi-British science fiction film-making. And yet for all of the delirious action at times, and for the totally (legitimately) funny action spectacle of the finale at the train station, and for a few one-liners and a particular shot you pull off where a character reiterates ALL of the exposition of the plot so far that's happened just to pad out the running time that makes it quite campy... quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a (total) damn. It's just... OK.