“There Is A Devil, Of This There Is No Doubt. But Is He Trying To Get In, Or Trying To Get Out?”
One of of the worst horror films that I can recall was 1978’s Cruise Into Terror. It’s been awhile, but I remember that it starred George Kennedy (going about things in his typically mildly-befuddled fashion) as the captain of a cruise ship.
The ship was also transporting a child-sized Egyptian sarcophagus for some reason. It contained an evil entity, perhaps even Satan itself. It never manifested physically, but it’s baneful influence was felt by everyone aboard the ship (kind of like Cthulhu-lite), till someone chucked it overboard.
Two things in particular stuck in my head: The first was that, when the sarcophagus was sinking to the ocean floor, you clearly see that whatever was within it was breathing (by the sides of the sarcophagus pulsing).
It wasn’t an accident, but it was particularly dumb because a sarcophagus is essentially a very ornate coffin, so the body within isn’t resting directing against it, never mind being constructed in such a fashion that that just isn’t possible.
Though the important thing to remember is that there’s no way to tell if an occupant was breathing or not from the outside.
The other thing was that, when Satan was on its way to Davy Jones’ Locker, a woman said ominously in voiceover: “There is a Devil, of this there’s no doubt. But is he trying to get in, or trying to get out?”
And do you know what? That simple line wedged itself in my teenaged mind, and in retrospect virtually redeemed everything about that damn waste of celluloid.