Saturday, October 11, 2008

Trente et un Jours d'Horreur: Le jour 11-à l'intérieur

It's Christmas Eve in Paris--automobiles are ablaze, young people are rioting in the streets, and Sarah is being chased around her house by a psychotic woman wielding a pair of scissors. God bless us everyone.

Not for the squeamish, Inside is the blood-soaked story of a pregnant woman's struggle to say alive the night before her baby is to be born. Sarah lives alone in the Parisisan suburbs following the death of her husband in a car accident. She decides to spend Christmas Eve by herself which turns out to be the worst decision she's ever made in her entire life.

After sunset, a woman comes to her door asking to use the phone. Sarah refuses to allow her inside explaining that her husband has already gone to bed and she doesn't want to bother him, to which the mysterious woman in black replys, "Your husband isn't in bed, Sarah. He's dead." Sarah calls the police, they stop by and make sure everything is OK, and Sarah goes to sleep, visions of sugar plums dancing through her head. Actually, she dreams that her unborn child climbs up out of her throat in a spew of blood and attacks her cat. Ew.

Somehow the creepy woman from earlier gets into Sarah's house and decides to perform an old-fashioned home C-section. Thankfully, Sarah wakes up as the scissor blade enters her belly-button and the worst Christmas Eve on record begins.

Creepy Lady in Black racks up quite a body count before the final nauseating frame of this French ballet of extreme gore: Sarah's boss is stabbed in the junk, a concerned policeman gets a knitting needle jammed into his brain, another police officer has half of his head blown off, Sarah's hand is affixed to the wall by a pair of scissors, etc., etc. Creepy Lady doesn't get off easy though. Sarah stabs her in the arm, bites off her tongue, and melts half her face with a homemade flame thrower.

Inside is not for everyone, but if you are a fan of gore and posses a strong stomach, you're in for an unforgettable horror experience. One of the highlights of the film is the use of something I like to call Fetus Cam. Whenever Sarah experiences moments of extreme stress--like when Creepy Lady is dragging her around by the hair or a confused police officer is beating her in the stomach with his truncheon--we get to see the baby inside her experiencing the same stress. This amps up the horror of the situation tenfold, makes every scissor to the abdomen and toaster to the face even more painful to watch. Sarah is being beaten and bloodied for two.

The film is bleak, depressing, and gross. I can't recommend it enough. Joyeux Noël.