Director: William Brent Bell
Stars: Fernanda Andrade, Simon Quarterman, Evan Helmuth, Suzan Crowley
Even without its huge, glaring, inexcusable flaw, The Devil Inside would still register as just plain awful. In the most egregious entry into the horror game's trendy, now overdone found-footage approach, director William Brent Bell and his co-writer, Matthew Peterman, deliver a paint-by-numbers bit, Exorcist-lite story about a hottie (Fernanda Andrade) who hires two demon-specialist priests to learn why her insane mother killed three people.
The typical exorcism movie beats are all hit upon, from levitation to blasphemic screaming and spiritual transference, and none of it is the least bit frightening. Which, honestly, would normally leave a film like The Devil Inside off a list like this; being simply generic and uninspired is bad, but not the "worst."
No, The Devil Inside, or, rather, Bell, Peterman, and the studio heads who guided them, are all guilty of a truly heinous offense that all but confirmed this one would top a "worst movies" list at some point or another. The crime: The Devil Inside is such a lazy, wallet-raping enterprise that it doesn't have an ending. Seriously, nothing. Just a Sopranos-finale-esque black screen that comes out of nowhere, during what seems like the climax, and provides space for a redirection to the movie's faux is-it-real-or-not website.
Yes, The Devil Inside is, essentially, an 80-minute advertisement for their crappy website, which we won't honor with potential pageviews by linking to here. May Bell, Peterman, and everyone else involved feel the wrath of Beelzebub.