{"id":8477,"date":"2022-04-12T15:52:58","date_gmt":"2022-04-12T21:52:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.delirium.org\/?p=8477"},"modified":"2022-04-12T15:52:58","modified_gmt":"2022-04-12T21:52:58","slug":"mortuary-1983","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/mortuary-1983\/","title":{"rendered":"Mortuary (1983)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Even though I liked the same movie<\/a>[1] better when Christina Ricci was in it, Mortuary<\/a>[2] was better than it had any right to be on paper. Like, the first twenty minutes are a bloody fonted title card splashed over a sunny Los Angeles backyard pool, a high school chick who is pissed at her mom for not caring (also: not believing) that her dad was murdered, some dudes playing grabass before picking up a pair of tires and then spying on the local mortician holding a Satanic[3] ritual in the same warehouse for some reason, a completely gratuitous roller rink, and Bill Paxton hitting on the original chick by inviting her over to listen to his new Mozart record.<\/p>\n

It is important to remember at this point in the narrative that, being 1983, Bill Paxton is also<\/em> in high school for these purposes.<\/p>\n

Anyway, my point is, that’s a lot to recover from, for me to be saying favorable things at the end of the flick. I don’t want to give anything away, so I’ll stop here except to add I just watched one of the most memorable wedding scenes ever committed to film, and that I regret the sequel that will never be.<\/p>\n

[1] Note: not actually the same movie. In most<\/em> ways, they are extremely different movies.
\n[2] Not to be confused with the pre-Bollywood Indian film also released that year.
\n[3] I mean, I have no direct evidence that the ritual was Satanic, but they all had black hoods and five of them were regularly forming the points of a pentagram, and also this was made in 1981, so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Even though I liked the same movie[1] better when Christina Ricci was in it, Mortuary[2] was better than it had any right to be on paper. Like, the first twenty minutes are a bloody fonted title card splashed over a sunny Los Angeles backyard pool, a high school chick who is pissed at her mom […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[30,1315],"class_list":["post-8477","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-film","tag-horror","tag-shudder"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8477","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8477"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8477\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8481,"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8477\/revisions\/8481"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8477"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8477"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/delirium.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8477"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}