This film is literally just Willem Dafoe pacing around in a swanky penthouse, admiring the pretty janitorial staff lady who is definitely less than half his age, and attempting to uninstall a light in the ceiling. If you've ever wondered how many Willem Dafoes it takes to unscrew a light bulb, the answer is one highly boozed, socially isolated Willem Dafoe. This film does not receive a 1/10 purely because of Dafoe's incredible acting, but seriously he is one of few enjoyable aspects. Some of the camera shots are clever, but have been done before; one shot I liked especially was when Dafoe was moving a table and the camera bobbed along with his movements. Again, I would not suggest seeing this film purely for these factors, because the rest of "Inside" made me wish I was outside touching grass. You know a movie is disappointing when the only other two people who did not walk out of the theater (yes, there was one couple who left halfway through and never returned) turned around and say, "this is the worst movie I have ever watched."
This movie is, regretfully, not Zander Doring approved.
This movie is, regretfully, not Zander Doring approved.