Nigel P In some ways this could be the most realistic found-footage film of all that I have seen – in that it's often impossible to work out what's going on. Equally, the depictions of the group of teenagers getting drunk and swapping embarrassing stories is immediately tiresome.As the story goes, a man (Eoin Macken, who also writes, produces and directs) gains possession of a second hand camcorder, and on it he finds footage that appears to depict the final hours spent by a group of currently missing Irish girls. Spending an evening in an abandoned warehouse isn't everyone's idea of a good way to celebrate a birthday, and tempers are frayed from the outset. These are flawed people. When they are attacked by vagrants, however, it comes as a relief the camera-work is shaky and obfuscates the resulting raw abuse.When it is revealed there is a bigger, supernatural threat at large, the pace of the film slows. We are treated to quite slow scenes involving the characters reacting to barely glimpsed creatures not dissimilar to those in 'The Descent', and some unexplained sounds of a baby crying.The found footage formula ends when 'The Man' has reached the finale and we return to more coherent, slick direction of regular film-making for what I feel is the least convincing part of the story. Having seen a group apparently slaughtered by demonic forces in a location that is familiar, would you then take it upon yourself to investigate that very area, unarmed and alone? Because I wouldn't. Yet that is exactly what the man does. Would he not hand over the webcam to the police? I justify his actions in this way: we saw him pawn his ring for cash. Perhaps he has a drug habit and is reticent to contact the law? I wouldn't suggest for a moment that people who pawn their goods are addicts, but it's the only reason I can imagine he doesn't contact professionals to deal with this. Much as this lapse of logic happens in horror films, I found it difficult to get past here, which mars an otherwise very effective feature.

M. Qtips (M_Qtips) I just got blown away by this movie. Yes, by conventional film standards, it sucks: almost no story, no narrative arc, almost no dialog for the second half, nothing is ever explained, entirely full of insipid depthless characters who are either brutally loathsome (most of the men) or spend a hell of a lot of time doing nothing but wandering through a darkened building whimpering and screaming (most of the females), spends too much time indulging itself in banal torture porn conventions without going anywhere. I don't even think many of the characters had names. It doesn't even have a trace of the pretentious art-house conventions some films stoop to in order to try to justify the obvious lack of conventional movie-making skill.And yet, I loved it. I was floored and genuinely scared watching it. I will definitely watch it again. It's barely a story, it's more just a tapestry of murky, mounting fear, presented for its own sake. In some ways, it's comparable to Fellini in its broad, expositionless, near-abstract presentation of something more wrested from the subconscious than designed to satisfy the intellect.Its focus on tone rather than narrative is reminiscent of, yes, found-footage origin The Blair Witch Project, but even moreso, of old Giallo horror films, films that reveled in the idea of fear and focused more on creepy mood than the more conventional trappings of movies as "quality" entertainment. No part of the movie is really all that dependent on any other part an any strict way, and it even abandons its "found footage" first-person perspective before it gets to the end. But even so, once it finds makes one of its several shifts and finds its footing about halfway through, abandoning what seems to be a banal brutality-as-spectacle approach and shifting to the stuff of deeper, more phantasmagoric nightmares, it becomes easily the only truly scary film I've seen in a long time. I'm not going to include spoilers, but there are moments in here as iconic and viscerally chilling as Nosferatu's long-fingernailed shadow gliding silently up a stairway wall.I was genuinely surprised to see "The Inside"'s low 3.3/10 rating on IMDb, but it makes sense. It succeeds in a much less polished, and quieter, but otherwise similarly unconventional way as Lars von Trier's "Antichrist", another film that doesn't even remotely attempt to be enjoyable as a movie-going experience, which, like this film, deceived a lot of people into thinking it was a bad movie instead of quite the opposite. I almost gave it 9 stars. I still might. This film knows exactly what it wants to be, and it unapologetically is that and only that, to the very core. If you don't like it, the problem may not be with the film, but with you. Despite the rocky beginning, this film's ultimate odd, offputting achievement deserves to be considered a misfit classic.

Neil Welch Tramps assault partygoers in a warehouse, following which things get worse - some alleged supernatural gubbins is involved.This horror film is yet another found footage effort (with edits and changes in camera angles). It is so dark as to be almost impossible to follow visually, not to mention the large amount of jittercam. The image quality is poor. And someone thought it was a brilliant idea to have screaming and non-stop snivelling featuring on the soundtrack for at least an hour longer than the film lasts.This film is so horrible as to be virtually unwatchable.

OnlyAtJMart This movie is one of the most annoying, irritating, obnoxious, and infuriating things I have ever seen and heard. Every noise that came out of these girls mouths made me want to jam something in to my ears. At first with their giant mouths bitching, gossiping, grandstanding, and gabbing over one another in some garbled mess that would make the dialog coming out of the mouths of drunken women at a bachelorette party seem like Shakespeare. Then later with the screaming, crying, whimpering, moaning, whining, and repeating things like "we have to go" and equally clichéd dialog over and over and over and over monotonously, that I was actually hoping the rapists would kill them. Not to mention that the camera-work could have been improved if it were filmed by someone suffering from Parkinson's disease. The atmosphere was actually tense, and what could have been an effective horror film was ruined by poor execution. I would avoid this one at all costs. If you do watch it, I can not recommend a volume higher than mute.