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THE DEVIL'S RAIN (Bryanston):: If you really enjoy a good fright film, your best bet is to sit at home in front of the TV and totally ignore any of the drivel currently hitting the theatres. The latest blow to the human intellect making the rounds is a colorful piece of fluff titled The Devil’s Rain.
SHORT TAKES
THE DEVIL'S RAIN (Bryanston):: If you really enjoy a good fright film, your best bet is to sit at home in front of the TV and totally ignore any of the drivel currently hitting the theatres. The latest blow to the human intellect making the rounds is a colorful piece of fluff titled The Devil’s Rain. The story of a century old witchcraft feud, Rain is not as insultingly banal as the current Behind The Door, but it won’t set any records in the high IQ category, either. Ernest Borgnine as the leader of a mid western cult of eyeless deyil worshippers (Ida Lupino, Keenan Wynn and William Shatner — looking hapless without Spock and/or margarine) has the distinction of being the only actor easily recognizable in or out of the film’s garish makeup. His soul brothers and sisters keep look-out for “the devil’s rain,” scattered Showers that have the power to both increase the local humidity and*thange them all into out-takes from a candle factory. The rains come. The souls go. The \ audience shrieks as it remembers the money, once in their pockets, nowin the clutchqs of the threatening box office attendant. The latter is*the film’s most frightening aspect. Naha,
