Benedito Dias Rodrigues I'd watch this movie in 1985 and for a long time l've been searching for this movie....now l have my own copy with original dubbed version...this low budge is very unique,simply but very interesting...Richard Crenna is quite good performance and Yvette Mimieux after forty years still burning...very sexy indeed.....Trash from the seventies very underrated by IMDb's user but delightful to meResume: First watch: 1985 / How many: 2 / Source: TV-DVD / Rating: 7

kapelusznik18 ***SPOILERS*** Purposely, I would assume, released or broadcast on__ Halloween 1978 the made for TV movie "Devil Dog: The Hound from Hell" has to do with this Devil Cult in Southern California who uses dogs to infiltrate unsuspecting people's homes. That's after their pet dogs are killed and turn the inhabitants into Devil worshiping zombies. Ther movie has to do with the Barry family dog Skippy who was run over just in time, this all happens in less then one hour, for Devil cult member fruit & vegetable man Dunworth, R. G Armstrong, to drive up and offer's the grieving family this cute German Sheppard puppy whom they affectingly name Lucky. It's not long when Lucky shows his teeth or real identity as the "Dog from Hell" who ends up killing any one, human or animal , who stands in his way by exposing him for what he is and what he's up to. It the man of the house Mike Barry, Richard Crenna, who seems to be immune, because he has a heart of gold, to the dog's hypnotic spell that turned his entire family his wife Betty, Yvette Mimieux, and children Bonnie & Charlie, Kim Richards & Ike Eisenmann, into unfeeling and emotionless robots. Despite all the evidence that his family is possessed by the Devil, as the results of his Devil Dog Lucky, Mike still thinks it's his mind that's playing tricks on him instead of what he sees, a family of Devil worshipers, with his own two eyes!***SPOILERS*** Finally realizing the situation that he's facing Mike goes to this expert on the occult ,Martine Beswick, who clues him in on what he's up against: The Devil himself! Told to take a trip to Ecuador in Central America the see the wise old man on the hill, Victor Jory, who can help him put an end to all this horror Mike finds out from the old guy that because he, unlike his family, can't be controlled by the family dog he's got the power to send it back to hell from which it came. But the rub is that he may well lose his soul in doing itWorth waiting for the ending sequence when Lucky the Devil Dog shows his true colors, jet black, and confronts Mike in a battles between Good & Evil. Lucky now in full battle gear looking like the demon in the movie "Curse of the Demon" with horns and foot long canine nine fangs, and about the size of a full grown elephant, the end makes up for all the boring and in many cases confusing scenes that lead up to it. But in the end the end of the Devil Dog ain't really over with the mysterious and evil fruit & vegetable man Dunworth still having a couple of aces or puppies up his sleeve and ready to lay them on the table!

ctomvelu1 Standard ABC Movie of the Week type meant as filler around commercials, with TV stalwart Richard Crenna as a dad whose family becomes possessed by a demon dog. No blood, no suspense, and way too much screen time for Crenna, who was always a competent but dull leading man. Yvette Mimieux plays his wife, who interestingly enough turns into quite the nymphomaniac after the dog gets hold of her. It's all talk, however. The dog itself is also dull, mainly sitting around and staring. All murders are committed off-screen. Worth a watch for the silly hairdos and clothing, especially the daughter's initial sailor-style outfit that might have looked better on someone half her age. And as for Mimieux, at one point, Crenna asks he about a dress she's wearing to visit a male friend, as if it were too sexy. By today's standards, it looks like something a granny would wear. Oh, and then there's the 1970s cars, big ugly tanks that you would have thought the American auto industry had given up on with Toyota and VW and others gaining ground quickly with much smaller, more maneuverable and efficient vehicles. Crenna's two vehicles in this movie are so massive, you have to wonder how they managed to fit in his backlot driveway. Anyhow, be prepared to snooze. Some gory murders or special effects might have helped.

Woodyanders No, this hilariously horrible 70's made-for-TV horror clinker isn't about a deadly demonically possessed dessert cake. Still, this exceptionally awful, yet undeniably amusing and thus enjoyable cathode ray refuse reaches a breathtaking apex of absolute, unremitting silliness and atrociousness that's quite tasty in a so-execrable-it's-downright-awesome sort of way. Richard Crenna, looking haggard and possibly inebriated, and Yvette Mimieux, who acts as if she never got over the brutal rape she endured in "Jackson County Jail," sluggishly portray a disgustingly nice and respectable suburbanite couple whose quaint, dull, sleepy small town existence gets ripped asunder when the cute German Shepard they take in as the family pet turns out to be some ancient lethal evil spirit. Pretty soon Mimieux and her two repellently cutesy kids Kim Richards and Ike Eisenmann (the psychic alien moppets from the Disney "Witch Mountain" pictures) are worshiping a crude crayon drawing of the nasty, ugly canine entity in the den. Boy, now doesn't that sound really scary and disturbing? Well, scary and disturbing this laughably ludicrous claptrap sure ain't, but it sure is funny, thanks to Curtis ("Night Tide") Harrington's hopelessly weak direction, cartoonish (not so) special effects, an almost painfully risible'n'ridiculous plot, and a game cast that struggles valiantly with the absurd story (besides the leads, both Martine Beswicke and R.G. Armstrong briefly pop up as members of a Satanic cult and Victor Jory has a nice cameo as a helpful Native American shaman). Favorite scene: the malicious Mephestophelion mutt puts the whammy on Crenna, practically forcing him to stick his hand into a wildly spinning lawnmower blade. While stuck-up snobby fright film fans may hold their noses at the perfectly putrid stench of this admittedly smelly schlock, devout TV trash lovers should deem this endearingly abominable offal the boob tube equivalent to Alpo.