no and this hilariously horrible 70 make for tv horror clinker isn not about a deadly demonically possess dessert cake . still and this exceptionally awful and yet undeniably amuse and thus enjoyable cathode ray refuse reach a breathtaking apex of absolute and unremitting silliness and atrociousness that quite tasty in a so execrable it downright awesome sort of way . richard crenna and look haggard and possibly inebriate and and yvette mimieux and who act a if she never get over the brutal rape she endure in jackson county jail and sluggishly portray a disgustingly nice and respectable suburbanite couple whose quaint and dull and sleepy small town existence get rip asunder when the cute german shepard they take in a the family pet turn out to be some ancient lethal evil spirit . pretty soon mimieux and her two repellently cutesy kid kim richards and ike eisenmann ( the psychic alien moppet from the disney witch mountain picture ) be worship a crude crayon drawing of the nasty and ugly canine entity in the den . boy and now doesn not that sound really scary and disturb . well and scary and disturb this laughably ludicrous claptrap sure ain not and but it sure be funny and thanks to curtis ( night tide ) harrington hopelessly weak direction and cartoonish ( not so ) special effect and an almost painfully risiblenridiculous plot and and a game cast that struggle valiantly with the absurd story ( besides the lead and both martine beswicke and r. g. armstrong briefly pop up a member of a satanic cult and victor jory have a nice cameo a a helpful native american shaman ) . favorite scene represent the malicious mephestophelion mutt put the whammy on crenna and practically force him to stick his hand into a wildly spin lawnmower blade . while stick up snobby fright film fan may hold their nose at the perfectly putrid stench of this admittedly smelly schlock and devout tv trash lover should deem this endearingly abominable offal the boob tube equivalent to alpo .