It's What's Inside had so much potential to be an inventive and sharp horror-comedy, but it completely falls apart thanks to one of the most infuriating, gutless endings I've seen in recent years. I'm tired of this insidious trend in modern writing where morally bankrupt characters face zero consequences, and it's honestly starting to **** me off. What is wrong with these writers? Is there some secret club where they pat each other on the back for celebrating the absolute worst kinds of behavior and call it "bold" or "subversive" storytelling?
This movie is a perfect example of that nonsense. The premise is intriguing: a body-swapping device brings a group of estranged friends' dirty laundry and hidden agendas to the surface. It could have been a biting satire on friendship, envy, and identity, but instead, we get a story that revels in one character's unrepentant selfishness-Shelby, who manipulates and torments her friends with psychotic glee-and then does nothing with it. Shelby, who spends the whole movie exploiting everyone around her, should have met a fittingly brutal end. Instead, she's neatly returned to her own body, unscathed, no worse for wear, and free to carry on like nothing happened.
And don't get me started on the ending itself! There's no fallout, no consequences for Shelby's absolutely monstrous behavior. It's as if the writers are terrified of holding their characters accountable. They're too busy trying to be "morally ambiguous" to realize that they're not saying anything meaningful at all. All we're left with is an empty, cynical void that glorifies terrible people simply because it's trendy to do so. I can't express how absolutely tired I am of this kind of storytelling. It's a slap in the face to audiences who want to see real narratives with real stakes.
Look, I can appreciate creativity and artistic direction. It's What's Inside is visually impressive, with inventive camerawork and a wild, frenetic style that mirrors the chaotic nature of the plot. The way the body swaps are depicted, with jarring cuts and split-screen effects, is fantastic. The director clearly had a strong vision, and there's a sense of dark humor bubbling under the surface that almost works-almost. But good visuals and a unique premise don't make up for the fact that I feel like I wasted my time watching a movie that refuses to commit to its own themes.
To whoever is in charge of this trend-whether it's the screenwriters, producers, or some studio exec-stop. Just stop making everything morally gray for the sake of being "different." Not every character needs to be likeable, but for the love of all things cinematic, actions should have consequences. If I wanted to see toxic people get away with garbage behavior, I'd just turn on the news. When I watch a movie, I want a story that means something, not another empty celebration of cruelty disguised as "nuanced" storytelling.
I'm giving It's What's Inside a 5 out of 10. Half the score goes to the creative premise and stylish direction. The rest? It's dragged down by cowardly writing and a soulless ending that made me want to throw my remote at the screen. If you're as sick as I am of movies that glorify ***holes getting away with everything, save yourself the frustration and skip this one. Because at the end of the day, there's nothing inside this movie except wasted potential.
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