Friday, 10 June 2011
One day in the mid 1970's, my Dad decided to recount to me the story of the film he'd watched last night. Once he'd finished his tale of hypnotic eyes, skeletons on horseback, giant spiders and the Devil in the form of a goat I made him promise to let me watch it the next time it was on. The film was, of course, 'The Devil Rides Out'. When I finally saw it, perhaps a year or so later, I was astonished. It was BETTER than he had described it.
I love this film, it has everything apart from Peter Cushing. It's scary, it's funny, it's thrilling, it's preposterous, it's Hammer, it's Dennis Wheatley and it's quite brilliant. Highly recommended.