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Admit it: Satan’s scary. And self-described disciples of the Prince of Darkness are even scarier. Nonetheless, films attempting to portray the physical form of pure, unadulterated evil can be downright funny. Case in point: Robert Fuest’s 1975 horror yarn The Devil’s Rain. Here we have the hi-jinks of Lucifer’s earthly incarnation, tricentenarian Jonathan Corbis (Ernest Borgnine). Since his run-in with torch-wielding 17th-century puritans, Corbis just hasn’t been the same. To top it off, he’s lost the sacred Book of Names, and he can’t deliver the souls he worked so hard to gather without the blood-stained tome. He’ll do anything to get that book, but mostly he leads long Satanic masses as his beastly alter ego. (Anton LaVey, real-life Church of Satan dude, served as technical adviser and plays a high priest.) Somewhere between the flimsy story line and the money-shot finale, Beelzebub’s coming for your soul. And if a ranting goatman with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face wants something, he’ll get it. So will you—at 7 p.m. at the Library of Congress’ Pickford Theater, 101 Independence Ave. SE. Free. For reservations call (202) 707-5677. (Chad Molter)