The Devil's Rain (1975)

A Satanic priest (Ernest Borgnine) is hell bent on recovering a valuable book listing the names of those who sold their souls to Satan, a book that resides with the Preston family. When the Preston eldest son (William Shatner) goes missing, his younger brother (Tom Skerritt) goes to search for him. Directed by Robert Fuest (THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES). I don't have the words in my vocabulary to describe how awful this cheesy (not a word I care to use often but very apt here) and inept horror movie is. Not only is there not a scare in the entire movie, it has no atmosphere, no sense of dread or trepidation. The film's finale with the "devil's rain" destroying the cult is endlessly dull and seems to go on forever. One can only wonder how such respectable actors like Borgnine and Shatner as well as Ida Lupino, Eddie Albert and Keenan Wynn got roped into this sludge. It's not even bad enough to be "camp", it's just bad. With Joan Prather and in his film debut, John Travolta.