I watch a lot of horror films. I bloody love them. In spite of this, I’ve always believed that the shit ones outnumber the good. Massively. That’s why I started my ‘bad horror’ thread. Now, most films that earn the dubious accolade have naff dialogue, low production values, ridiculous plots or bad acting. Inside is different. I’ve had to call this ‘bad horror’ because it is so monumentally grotesque, so outlandishly vile, so unforgivably unforgivable that my stomach is still churning.
Inside sees a heavily pregnant woman (the pregnancy is key, here) living alone and struggling to come to terms with the death of her baby’s father, in a car accident that almost killed her too. As if the poor woman wasn’t having a shitty enough time of it already, there’s someone trying to get into her house. Someone who knows she’s alone. And who seems to know all about her. That’s OK, so far. We’ve seen plenty of big-breasted blonde teenagers being stalked in their own homes, haven’t we? But if the victim could go into labour at any minute…? Honestly, it just made me feel quite queasy.
The thing that makes this so incredibly distasteful (and that really isn’t a strong enough word) is what happens when the intruder gets in. That’s really not a spoiler because a) the break in happens very early on and b) you can’t spoil something that’s already rotten.
I don’t think I want to pollute your mind any further by going into any more detail about the gruesome offering that is Inside. I won’t tell you about the surprisingly high death toll. The gallons and gallons of blood. I won’t tell you about the knitting needle. Or god forbid, the scissors.
If there is one good thing about this ugly film, it’s Alysson Paradis as the victim, Sarah. That said, nobody is good enough to justify this.
In French with English subtitles.
Score: Inside doesn’t exist in the same universe as scores out of 10.