Ah, the triumph of globalization: Give the French a taste of neo-fascism, race riots, and paramilitary crackdowns, and they seek solace in the American cinemas current favorite pastimevigorously art-directed torture porn. Coming after the arterial geysers of Haute Tension, Sheitan, and the reigning gusher of Gallic gore, Inside, the grisly debut of writer-director Xavier Gens (Hitman) takes the most bluntly political tack yet, stranding a quartet of banlieue outlaws at a remote motel staffed bydeep breaththe cannibal/mutant/alcoholic/nymphomaniacal spawn of an unrepentant Nazi. As a satire of Frances recent turn to the right, its both hysterical and muddled; as straight-up splattera Grand Guignol concerto of scalding steam, slashed tendons, and table saw, with a solo for exploding headits as relentless as it is hateful, hammily directed, and derivative of the dreariest slop in contemporary American horror cinema. But itll please anyone (anyone?) who thinks The Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake is better than the original.
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