"Alright, let's go find a library."

What a splendidly enjoyable daft load of old shit Race With The Devil turns out to be. The kind of film that almost certainly intends to be one thing but turns out to be something entirely different. Whether you take it entirely seriously as an occult horror film (WRONG) or as a campy road movie chiller instead (CORRECT), it's the kind of film that I can see most people thoroughly enjoying.

Peter Fonda and Warren Oates take their enormous new RV (with brand new microwave oven!) across Texas for a holiday in Colorado with wives Loretta Swit and Lara Parker in tow. Unfortunately, they just happen to stumble across a ritualistic murder and when they report it to local sheriff RG Armstrong, well, would you Adam & Eve it, he doesn't exactly believe them. Needless to say, they're not going to be getting out of Texas quietly.

It's so predictable and so ridiculous and most of which it attempts to be serious with I just ended up laughing at - especially an encounter with a couple of rattlesnakes. Yet thanks to Oates and Fonda, two actors who even when they're phoning it in are still marvellous value, being so irascibly entertaining and an absolutely rollicking last 20 minutes that has to go down as one of the very best car chases I have seen, not to mention a telegraphed but ridiculously improbable ending, you just can't help but enjoy it.

Swit and Parker's contributions amount to nothing more than "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!", making dinner and researching witchcraft between them. Plus, aside from one or two scenes, the first hour actually meanders along rather slowly yet it does build up some semblance of an atmosphere of tension, even if that is attained mostly through scary leering toothless redneck strangers.

But despite that, this really had no right to be as much fun as it is on any level, really, but it absolutely is.