Devil isn't really scary, the acting stinks, and it's not that clever, but you can rest knowing that the culprit isn't a hand puppet.

Nonsensical to the point that every element doesn't hold up to the least bit of scrutiny.

Circling wildly within the film's main set -- a stalled elevator car -- or hurtling up and down an empty shaft, Mr. Fujimoto's camera is as giddy as a tween at a Justin Bieber concert.

A handful of twists and turns in the narrative prevent it from being a complete waste of time, but only just barely.