BORGNIIIIIIIIINE!!!

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. The second greatest was transforming Ernest Borgnine into a goat-man.

If you like, I mean really like, lots of melting faces in a movie that's full of potential sound clips for a Rob Zombie album, this is the one for you. For some reason, on a lot of the materials related to the film Tom Skerritt gets completely jerked. He's responsible for much of the action but hardly gets mentioned. He definitely gets more screen time than John Travolta, who makes his film debut but may be hard to recognize under lots of flesh coloured wax and a neat, short hairstyle unbecoming of a Sweathog.

Shatner Shatners it up as only he can. Borgnine is almost having too much gleeful fun as the high priest of a group of Satanists, so much fun that I'm a little worried about him. When he utters an incantation and the thunder cracks, and suddenly he has a kooky-looking Borgnine goathead, that's when you know you got what you came for.

1975, directed by Robert Fuest