Devout Catholic (Clift) is thrust into a good vs evil battle of biblical proportions when her husband (Moll) publishes a controversial tome denying the existence of God, resulting in the Devil incarnate (Bristol) seizing the moment to rise against mankind. I've seen this film re-worked into the "Night Train to Terror" anthology, and that preview-style showcase is more than sufficient to convey the gist; in fact, seeing the entire movie adds virtually nothing at all new.
Poorly constructed, each scene just seems to happen, without the connective tissue explaining its context, often just a random event without proper explanation (continuity is also dubious). Mitchell, Lawrence (who play detectives) and Moll provide some familiar comfort, but their presence can't redeem this farce from its own fiery pit of hell. Epic screen-writer Philip Yordan's wife Faith Clift is a total non-actress, her delivery of the dialogue so stunted and unnatural, it almost seems incredulous she could have appeared in other films (though on closer inspection, most attribute husband Yordan a producer credit).
I won't label it awful (some of the set design and make-up effects are okay, and there's a neat little twist at the end), but it's painfully close to being an unwatchable turkey.
Poorly constructed, each scene just seems to happen, without the connective tissue explaining its context, often just a random event without proper explanation (continuity is also dubious). Mitchell, Lawrence (who play detectives) and Moll provide some familiar comfort, but their presence can't redeem this farce from its own fiery pit of hell. Epic screen-writer Philip Yordan's wife Faith Clift is a total non-actress, her delivery of the dialogue so stunted and unnatural, it almost seems incredulous she could have appeared in other films (though on closer inspection, most attribute husband Yordan a producer credit).
I won't label it awful (some of the set design and make-up effects are okay, and there's a neat little twist at the end), but it's painfully close to being an unwatchable turkey.