Inside

French home-invasion horror. A psychotic woman wants to perform an unauthorized C-section on a very pregnant woman, set against the backdrop of the recent riots. Profoundly bloody, numerous stabbings. But for being tightly focused and trying to follow Aristotle's notion of the unity of time for drama, it has an episodic feel, with David Lynch-like droning accompanying the screen fading in and out between brutal death scenes. And it highlights an admirable trend in cinema, confined mainly to horror films (see also "High Tension"), with the stars being women, and the men being the throwaway side characters who never seem to last. Keep it up, French horror directors!

P.S. The ending goes into territory where only foreign films can tread. It's not pretty, and if it doesn't make you say WTF, I don't know what will.