After his last ... well, after just about every film he's done, it's kind of a bad idea to tout M. Night Shyamalan's name in connection with a movie. He only wrote and produced this one. Two other guys directed it. But it feels like a ridiculous Shyamalan twist-fest through-and-through. See, there's a bunch of people trapped in an elevator. And they're getting bumped off, one by one. While that seems like an incredibly dull and claustrophobic place to set yet another rip-off of Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians, it just so happens that one of the passengers is (dun, dun, dun) the devil. No, really. Satan himself, stuck in an elevator. But which one is he? 80 minutes PG-13.