Having worked on this film back in the early nineties, I remember distinctly that I was witnessing one of the dopiest films ever being made in front of my eyes. The director, Don Gronquist, was so inept that he had us drive a huge water truck up the winding road of a mountain for a rain scene. All he filmed that night was some guys in the back of a covered truck (he could have done that in a parking lot). At the time everyone ooed and ahhed at the script (I guess it was good for Portland) but jeez louise, it was poorly written. If you can find this title anywhere, get it, because it is a great howler. Prepare your ears for one of the worst music scores ever written for a movie.
Review of The Devil's Keep
