Devil starts with a story. A security guard named Ramirez tells us about an old tale his mother used to tell: sometimes the Devil walks the earth in human form, gathers guilty people in one place, and takes their souls one by one. The tale always begins with a suicide. Seconds later, a man jumps from the 35th floor of a Philadelphia office tower. Then an elevator in the same building gets stuck. Inside are five strangers: a young mechanic and Marine veteran, a mattress salesman, a temp security guard, a young woman, and a quiet old woman. One of them is not human.
What works best in Devil is the trap. The passengers can see the security camera, and the guards can talk to them through a speaker, but nobody can hear the passengers. Every time the lights flicker off, something terrible happens. And outside the elevator, Detective Bowden - a recovering alcoholic still broken by the hit-and-run that killed his wife and son five years earlier - starts to believe Ramirez's crazy story.
Director John Erick Dowdle (Quarantine) keeps the film lean and claustrophobic, like a feature-length Twilight Zone episode. The cast is strong for a mid-budget thriller: Chris Messina brings real pain to Bowden, Bokeem Woodbine is great as the twitchy guard, and Jenny O'Hara is wonderfully creepy as the old woman. The kills are bloody but quick, and the film is more interested in guilt than gore.
Yes, you will guess parts of the mystery early. And yes, 80 minutes feels short. But the ending, built on confession and forgiveness rather than a final scare, gives the film a heart most horror movies skip. Devil is a tense, clever little thriller that deserved better than the shrug it got from critics.






