I love this movie so much

Did you people see the same film I saw?

Excellent and certainly provocative... If nothing else, the film is a real conversation starter.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

So many users have accused the movie of being crap and I can understand why. Just read some of the reviews with (fairly reasonable) questions that prove the movie defies logic and rational thinking. However, I strongly believe that the context of the movie must not be approached with orthological and rational thinking but with a mere haunting and paranormal sense. For all those who pay attention to the details, you may have observed the number of the house which happens to be the number of the beast. From that moment onward, all rational explanations vanish and we are entering the realm of pure evil and depravity..Watching the movie under this perspective you will not have any questions by the end but only a bucket next to you full of your vomit and a pair of clean underwear (or two).

The Boy is MineBiblically simple, Inside has only five short expository scenes before The Whore is unleashed to attack The Mother, in a way Jean Eustache had never dreamed of – or have nightmares about. The Mother had a car accident in which she loses her husband, but the baby she's pregnant with is fine, confirms her obstetrician; she meets an ominous nurse, then her estranged mother on the hospital parking lot. Her boss confirms she's a a great photographer. Fast forward to almost delivery time, in a suburban home incongruously bearing a 666 address – no French house has such a number, but it displays some ambition from the film makers to transcend their national market. And so they do, in the best French horror movie of its decade.These initial scenes establish that Alysson Paradis (Vanessa's younger sister) is unable to act; fortunately what will be required of her in the rest of the movie is to scream, to crawl and be terrorised by The Whore, quite splendidly played by Beatrice Dalle, tapping deep into her inner witch. The Whore wants The Mother's baby, see, and nothing will stop her to rip it off her womb. There goes a tightly paced, gory thriller not quite any other.Inside, as its title indicates, is claustrophobic to the point of slapstick. The Mother hardly leaves the bathroom she has found refuge in, mostly being successful in keeping the Whore, well, outside. Various intruders unwillingly come to her rescue – her boss, her mother, a police team featuring a petty thief they have previously arrested – that The Whore dispatches by way of a firearm, a knife, a knitting needle or her weapon of choice, scissors. Big ones. Not that she doesn't go through hell herself in the process.The Mother is a survivor because she carries life; The Whore has nothing to lose she hadn't already. Both will inflict pain on the other, until the brilliant – and utterly logic, for once – finale, playing like an atrocious fairy tale. Inside is "mad, bad, and dangerous to know", to quote Mary Shelley about Lord Byron. It's definitely no date movie, or if it is, one of you puppies is definitely sick. Highly recommended.

After a long delay I decided to take a look at another title from The New Wave of France Horror.With having heard about the movie for ages,I decide that it was time to look inside.The plot:Driving home with her husband,Sarah and her unborn child get caught in a crash which kills her husband.4 months later:Christmas Eve: Spending Christmas Eve on her own,Sarah prepares herself to deliver the baby tomorrow.Getting set for an early night,Sarah hears a knock at the door.Checking the peephole,Sarah finds a women standing in the shadows saying that she needs to use the phone.Making up an excuse of her husband being asleep,Sarah is stopped in her tracks,when the stranger reveals that she knows Sarah's name,and also that she is pregnant with her dead husbands child. Threatening to ring the cops,Sarah soon finds out that the stranger is determined to get inside the house,and inside for Sarah's unborn child.View on the film:Locking Sarah and the handful of other characters down in the house,the screenplay by writers/directors Alexandre Bustillo & Julien Maury turn the house into a maze of dread,where every corner of the house reeks of a morbid atmosphere.Whilst the explanation for the attack does leave stretchmarks,the writers keep the tension tightly coiled,as the arrival of each new outsider leads to Sarah and the stranger taking more extreme measures in their battle.Covering every bit of Sarah's house in the New Wave of French Extreme Horror blood,the directors and cinematographer Laurent Barès give the film a wonderfully abrasive atmosphere,as each spilling of blood is joined by a chillingly stilted shot.Backed by a humming trance score from François-Eudes Chanfrault and pointed scissors editing by Baxter,the directors bask the title in an eerie supernatural atmosphere,as smog greens and yellows seep over the blood.Desperately trying to protect her unborn child, (shown in poorly done CGI) Alysson Paradis gives a great performance as Sarah,with Paradis pulling the horrified anguish across Sarah's face.Gliding round Sarah's house like a black widow, Béatrice Dalle gives an extremely creepy performance as the stranger,thanks to Dalle screeching out pig squeals with a devilish glee and keeping the strangers face stone cold,with no sign of humanity,as Sarah finds herself unable to stop the stranger from getting inside.

Horror is such an abused genre, they need to regulate people who make movies so trash like this is never ever released even in a room of 3 people and a lizard on the wall and a cockroach on the floor.For any kind of horror to work, there to has be some sort of tension built in - either within the interplay of characters, their relationships, or the atmosphere, and what I believe is most important - a plausible human character one can relate to.You can be bloody sure this movie has none of these. Nope. Not even close. What we get are dense characters that are so clichéd you have seen in 99 other equally pointless so-called horror movies made by some dumb guy with a cheap camera in tow he got as a wedding gift or something.The main character (the pregnant woman whose name I don't care to know) is so revolting in her utter disdain for the people around her, you just want her to die within the first 15 minutes anyway. Which frikkin' human being treats everyone like trash and expects to be treated with sympathy? And the dumbass twit causes the deaths of everyone around her in the most brutal and sickening ways imaginable. Violence for violence's sake is cheap, and frankly, the makers of this movie should be prosecuted for inflicting this piece of celluloid misery on us.And of course the movie tries to redeem itself with some stupid babble clearly aimed at tugging at the heartstrings. But by then, you clearly don't give a rat's smelly behind. One only wishes Inside never saw the inside of any projector room, leave alone a theatre.