Inside

It’s like someone dropped Willem Dafoe in the middle of an antique shop with a baseball bat and said, “Go to town!” And that he does.

The film has exhausted both the premise and its leading man’s capabilities, while the audience has grown tired of pondering whatever themes it purports to examine. It’s time to part ways, and yet the images keep flickering and the film keeps going.

"Inside" pits the most primal elements of humanity against the most advanced in order to tease out the contradictory and alienating nature of our current world.

Inside is a perplexing descent into the unknown, and whether or not this madness is art (or the art is madness) is purely in the eye of the beholder.

William Dafoe’s unique face and morally ambiguous stance make him an exceptional portrayer of unhinged psychological screen wackos, but the absence of any character revelation or plot development robs Inside of any remotely sustainable interest.

Inside evangelizes against the wastefulness of wealth, but its gravest sin is feeling like a waste of time.

Willem Dafoe is the best company should one be trapped in an apartment. The multifaceted actor animates this blackly comic survival drama.

It’s all very minimalist and for at least its first half Inside is a gripping survival story. But Inside wears out its welcome, slipping ever more deeply into improbability.

Though it's no easy task to connect and absorb everything it throws at you, 'Inside' is a captivating thematic feast anchored by the ever-masterful Willem Dafoe.

Inside begins as a tale of American ingenuity a la The Martian, but evolves into an ambiguous critique on the art world and an uncertain allegory about heaven and hell...