Shoe-string budget - check!
Laughably wooden acting - check!
Contrived plot - check!
Cop-out ending - check!
Dubious production values - check!
Congratulations, you have just discovered the secret formula for a guaranteed 1-star cinematic experience. Oh dear, what was I thinking? Actually, on second thoughts, it was the wife whom chose this so at least my 'experience' was tempered with the knowledge that we should have chosen Irish horror flick 'Grabbers' instead. Sometimes the words 'I told you so' just aren't required.
So, The Evil Inside, where can I start? In hindsight, the opening credits were possibly the best part of the film; something about them appealed to my artistic sensibilities (pretentious, moi?). From there we are introduced to Sarah, a sullen teenager, perpetually on the verge of tears who spends most (if not all) of the film moping about with the screen presence of a wet lettuce. Lots of out-of-focus shots, muffled dialogue, and random scenes like a dead bird falling from the ceiling positively scream 'art-house aspiration'. About half an hour in, another random character claiming to be Sarah's friend seemingly invites herself over (with equally vacuous friends in tow) to Sarah's house for a par-tay!
Cue an exruciatingly cringeworthy scene as Sarah opens the door to the assembled half-wits with her trademark look of perpetual ennui; followed by probably the naffest party you'll ever have the misfortune to experience. The remaining hour running time is comprised of a few weird, inexplicable scenes, said half-wits meeting untimely demises and a 'no-one's ever tried this before, right?' ending. Seriously, I would consider it a right-thinking civic duty to reveal the ending here but that's probably bad form.
In short, avoid like a sullen teenager's 'house party', and a blatant attempt to capitalise on the relatively more successful The Devil Inside.