The Apocalypse comedy Rapture-Palooza will make you hail SatanS

There’s not a lot of movies that would have audiences crying out “Hail, Satan!” at the end of them, but Rapture-Palooza is one of them. Thanks due entirely to Craig Robinson, better known as Daryl on The Office, who plays the Antichrist with such a filthy flair as to carry the entire movie, out today.

There’s no sense in getting into a deep, critical discussion about Rapture-Palooza; it’s a slight, less-than-90-minute comedy starring the folks not quite famous enough to be in next week’s apocalypse comedy This Is the End, including Paul Scheer, Rob Heubel, Thomas Lennon, Rob Corddry, Ken Jeong, Ana Gasteyer, and more (the sole exception being Robinson, who stars in both). It’s not trying to say anything other than something that makes you laugh.

After the Rapture takes away half the population, Anna Kendrick (Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World) and John Francis Daley (of Freaks and Geeks and Bones fame) are a young couple who have dreams of opening a sandwich cart among the plagues of locusts, rains of blood, flaming comets and talking crows with Tourette’s. The film starts out slow, more relentlessly quirky than genuinely funny, until a comet hits their truck, and Daley’s father (played by Corddry) tries to get them a job cooking at the Antichrist’s house. This is when the Beast spies Kendrick and demands she marry him, or he’ll kill everyone she knows.

It doesn’t sound like the wackiest of plots, but Robinson imbues his Satan with such a simple, almost innocent desire to perform horrible, horrible sex acts upon Kendrick, he makes the entire film. Whether he’s overexplaining is innuendo, imagining an odd argument between Kendrick and Daley where Daley has a “tiny chicken dick,” or singing “I Want to Touch Your Booty,” Robinson is insanely funny. Kendrick and Daley are both good in the film, and haver solid chemistry together, but in the end they’re both just straight men to Satan and the rest of the film’s craziness.

Obviously, Kendrick is not that excited about having her virginity taken by the disgusting Beast, so she and Daley devise an overcomplicated plan to trap the Antichrist for 1,000 years in a dog kennel. By the time the plan goes to hell (no pun [who am I kidding]), the film turns completely ridiculous, again, still carried almost single-handedly by Robinson — although fans of Revelations might recognize a special guest star or two there at the end.

Rapture-Palooza is currently in limited release in theaters, but is also available On Demand on TV. It’s funny, filthy, and extremely sacrilegious. I’m not entirely sure it was worth the $8 I paid to see it, but if you’re bored, looking for a few laughs, and/or are an devout atheist, it’s worth listening if Rapture-Palooza calls you.