Barghast : Les chiens de l'enfer

I remember Devil Dog playing on TBS almost 20 years ago, and my older sister and her friends watching it and laughing all the next day. It's not that bad for a made-for-TV horror movie, but it is derivative (mostly of The Exorcist) and businesslike, for lack of a better word. It won't blow you away with artful cinematography or great acting, but it's not a waste of time, either. It's the kind of movie you watch to kill a couple of hours when you aren't in the mood to think too hard.

However, if you go into the movie looking for some laughs, you won't be disappointed. The early scenes, with Lucky the Devil Dog as a cute little puppy with Children of the Damned eyes are hilariously non-threatening, and the climactic blue-screen effects of a giant black dog (with horns!) are pretty side-splitting. And keep an eye out for the cloaked Satanist in Maverick shades toward the beginning.

Not a great horror film by any stretch of the imagination, but I wish they still made stuff like this for TV.

This film is a hoot, or a bark. I don't know. Richard Crenna plays an average suburban dad who buys a cute puppy for his family. Turns out the puppy is possessed by Satan! The fun really begins when the pup grows to be the Devil Dog, a beautiful German Shepard. Fellow imdb reviewer gave this a low rating. How could you dislike a movie where the family dog makes the mom become the town slut, the kids become the school bully, and make the entire family (except dad) worship Satan in the attic. The shots of doggie staring at Richard Crenna, backed by sappy 70's electronic "scary" music help makes this film such a charmer. Jimmy Carter era thrills here!

A young American family adopt a puppy Alsatian, which turns out to a demonic monster from Hell. Imagine swapping a dog for a child and we get some kind of canine Omen movie. This was made for TV and I have just watched it on an old VHS tape. Despite the silliness of the plot (and it is played deadpan straight) I found it to be quite watchable. The acting is pretty good, two good leads in Richard Crenna and Yvette Mimieux. I recognised Ken Kercheval from Dallas. I also enjoyed seeing the stunning Martine Beswick, who appeared in several James Bond and Hammer movies. She plays the leader of an unconvincing Satanic cult, sadly only a small part at the film's beginning. I would like to have seen a little more of them through the film. There are several deaths but all are pretty tame, and the demonic dogs special effects are not great but certainly memorable!

I ran across this several years ago while channel surfing on a Sunday afternoon. Though it was obviously a cheesy TV movie from the 70s, the direction and score were well done enough that it grabbed my attention, and indeed I was hooked and had to watch it through to the end. I recently got the opportunity to buy a foreign DVD of this film (oops, didn't notice a domestic one had finally come out a couple months prior), and was very pleased to be able to watch it again (and in its entirety).

I don't wholly understand the phenomenon, but somehow the 70s seem to have a lock on horror movies that are actually scary. The decades prior to the 70s produced some beautifully shot films and the bulk of our enduring horror icons, but are they actually scary? No, not very. Likewise in the years since the 70s we've gotten horror movies that are cooler, more exciting, have much better production values and sophisticated special effects, are more fun, funnier, have effective "jump" moments, and some very creative uses of gore, but again... they aren't really scary! There's just something about the atmosphere of the 70s horror films. The grainy film quality. The spookily dark scenes unilluminated by vast high-tech lighting rigs. The "edge of dreamland" muted quality of the dialogue and the weird and stridently EQ'd scores. The odd sense of unease and ugliness permeating everything. Everything that works to undermine most movies of the 70s, in the case of horror, works in its favor.

Specifically, in this film, the quiet, intense shots of the devil dog staring people down is fairly unnerving. So much more effective than if they had gone the more obvious route of having the dog be growling, slavering, and overtly hostile ("Cujo"?). The filmmakers wisely save that for when the dog appears in its full-on supernatural form. The effects when that occurs, while unsophisticated by today's standards, literally gave me chills. The bizarre, vaguely-defined, "I'm not quite sure what I'm looking at" look intuitively strikes me as more like how a real supernatural vision would be, rather than the hyper-real, crystal clear optical printer / digital compositor confections of latter-day horror films.

While the human characters in this film are not as satisfyingly rendered as their nemesis or the world they inhabit, the actors all do a decent job. The pairing of the brother and sister from the "Witch Mountain" movies as, yes, brother and sister, is a rather cheesy bit of stunt casting, but they do fine. Yvette Mimieux always manages to be entertaining if unspectacular. Richard Crenna earns more and more empathy from the audience as the film progresses. His self-doubt as he wonders whether his family's alienness is truly due to a supernatural plot or whether he's merely succumbing to paranoid schizophrenia is pretty well handled, though his thought that getting a routine physical may provide an explanation for what he's been experiencing is absurd in its naïveté.

The movie's The-End-Question-Mark type ending is one of the only ones I've seen that doesn't feel like a cheap gimmick, and actually made me think about the choices these characters would be faced with next and what they'd be likely to do and how they'd feel about it.

Detractors of this film may say it's merely a feature-length vehicle for some neato glowing retina shots, but hey, you could say the same thing about "Blade Runner". :-)

Skipper is dead. Skipper is a dog, the pet of the Barry family. Richard Crenna (Mike Brady...I mean Mike Barry) and Yvette Mimieux (Betty Barry, as cute as her real name as cute as her real self) are the parents and Kim Richards (Bonnie Barry...does the cuteness ever stop!) and Ike Eisenmann (Charlie Barry)--those two cute kids from the Witch Mountain films--are their children. Kim Richards is in pig tails and sailor dress no less. But why is Skipper dead? A hit and run? We know it's more than just a hit and run because just beforehand we see a Satanic ritual invoking the devil into a newly purchased pup. And who should show up just after Skipper is turned into road kill? One of the satan worshippers with a truck load of puppies...guess which one Kim Richards takes? Way before Speilberg brought horror to the suburbs in Poltergiest or there were any Nightmares on Elm Street, this made-for-TV flick dared to merge the Devil with next door. I really like seeing a wholesome TV family meet satan via a cute little puppy...I mean how cool is that? The problem is that in this case four is not enough...more kids would mean more room for deadly mayhem. The fun begins when the Barry's live-in maid Alice (oh wait a minute she has a Catholic alter in her room...oh yeah, Maria) becomes the first victim of...DEVIL DOG: HOUND OF HELL! Will Devil Dog make Mike Barry stick his hand in a lawn mower blade? Will Devil Dog make Charlie talk back to his mom? Will mom get horny? I won't tell you. My biggest complaint is that this was just a TV movie and not an R-rated feature film allowing for ample nudity in the case of Yvette Mimieux. I really would have liked to see her naked buns dipping into the pool or the cult strip her naked during one of their rituals. Now that would have been awesome.