The second in a series of Dennis Wheatley novels about the same characters this film (also known as THE DEVIL'S BRIDE in the US) has an Edwardian charm and inocence about it. I wish they had tried to adapt one of the others, I never tire of watching Christopher Lee in this role.
Brendan Fraser is cute in the remake, but that film doesn't have any of the wit of the Peter Cook/Dudley Moore ogirinal which was considered very irreverent for it's time. Cook is the Devil out to chalk up his last few souls so that he can once again ascend to Heaven and sit alongside God as his favorite. Moore is his target.
Some say that showing the demon ruins this film because it removes it from the realm of psychological terror by proclaiming the demon real. I don't think that's true because the only person who ever sees the demon is it's victim--even when it attacks in a crowded public place like a train station.
It's Christmas eve and a Spanish priest is sinning like crazy, but he has a definite purpose in mind. This is one of the wildest and craziest movies you'll ever see, but unless you've got a VCR or an all-region DVD player you're out of luck.