Marjoe expresses the pain of watching this film
Mausoleum is the type of bad movie that makes you lose friends. Seriously, who needs to see a horror film with a 5 minute gardening sequence! Forget that this film had Marjoe Gortner in it. Forget that he dies a spectacular death. Forget that it has LaWanda Page of Sanford & Son and Laff Records fame. Forget that she’s playing a wildly racist stereotype. Forget that Playboy Bunny Bobbie Bresee bears her upper assets. Forget that she’s a bat-shit crazy house-wife possessed by an ancient demon that forces her to seduce men only to kill them after she gets upset by their advances. Forget that this film even has demonic boobies. Yes, demonic boobies!
You can try to forget all these wild aspects of this rather slap-dash, gutter-quality movie. What you will not be able to forget is that the film takes a break from building suspense to provide the audience with a clunky montage of landscaping and gardening. Why?
Big thanks to my longtime friend Don of Schlockmania. I’ll forever question your personal recommendations.
