Religi-horror is currently experiencing its biggest resurgence s🅠ince the Satanic-panic of the early ’70s, presumably because of the proliferation of recent doomsday kook cults.

While The Last Exorcism (2010) and The Unborn (2009) both offered up demonic🧔 hijinks in the grand pea-soup-spewing tradition, 🐬they were relatively high-gloss productions.

By contrast, The Devil Inside – a surprise US No.1 hit – offers us a static-y, smeary, Blair Witch -ian hell-on-Earth, in more ways than one. If the phrase ‘shaky-cam’ makes you queasy, then you’re in for a very rough ri﷽de.

The story follows a young woman named Isabella (TV actress Fernanda Andrade) as she tries to find out the truth about her mum (Suzan Crowley), wh▨o went bananas in 1989 and ended up slaughtering three people, all of them members of the cloth.

She’s currently shuttered tightly in a loony bin in Rome, housed within eye🎐ball distance of the Vatican. Turns out mum’s 🌟killing spree may be the result of demonic possession, but the Church wants nothing to do with the case.

So what's a girl to do? She hires a couple of rogue exorcists (!) and a cameraman prone to a severe case of the wobbles, and get to work battling Lu꧒cifer and/or whatever demons are bothering her nutty mother.

What follows after the initial set-up is about what you’d expect in a post- Paranormal Activity world: short, sharp shocks delivered via the “gritty realism” of “found footage”: cue screaming, bone-cracking exorcisౠms mostly staged in dirty, dank basements.

ꩵTruth told, the acting is negligible, the direction haphazard, and the faux-doc bits are spew-inducing.

But Devil Inside ’s major selling point, it turns out, is its ending. Brutally abrupt, hilariously unsatisfying, and ﷺas nihilistic as any ’70s downer-flick, it’s calculated to either elate or enrage. Odds are, it will proba🌜bly do both.