This story is about a lonely and twisted lady who has a fascination with dead people--so much so that she gets a job in a mortuary. However, she is not just fascinated but stimulated by the dead and begins to have her way with them. When she meets a seemingly nice guy who cares about her, she cannot give of herself to him...as he's alive. So, in a bizarre twist, he makes himself more attractive to her in a very sick but supposedly romantic finale.
The acting is decent and the film is technically well done...but very, very unsettling and grotesque. Years ago, I saw this film and was hesitant to ever review it--after all, I'd hate my friends to know I've seen this! Plus, I tried very, very hard to erase the film from my memory because I regretted seeing such a sick and thoroughly nasty film--with almost nothing to recommend it. After all, the film glorifies and romanticizes necrophilia--yes, necrophilia (that's doing the nasty with dead folks for you less informed readers). If Lynne Stopkewich and Angus Fraser had made a movie glorifying pedophiles or serial rapists would people have praised it?! Probably not...or at least they wouldn't have done so publicly...after all, these are nasty and illegal. So, why, then, praise necrophilia?! It's illegal (in most but not all places) and really, really gross...yet to some, it's romantic or compelling?! Why not, then, make films about urophilics (people who like to tinkle on others for gratification) or copraphilics (people who like to defecate on others for gratification)?! By the way, if you notice I am using euphemisms and talking around things, IMDb won't allow certain key words in its reviews.
The fact that people actually LIKED this film disturbs me more than the fact that the film was made in the first place.
The acting is decent and the film is technically well done...but very, very unsettling and grotesque. Years ago, I saw this film and was hesitant to ever review it--after all, I'd hate my friends to know I've seen this! Plus, I tried very, very hard to erase the film from my memory because I regretted seeing such a sick and thoroughly nasty film--with almost nothing to recommend it. After all, the film glorifies and romanticizes necrophilia--yes, necrophilia (that's doing the nasty with dead folks for you less informed readers). If Lynne Stopkewich and Angus Fraser had made a movie glorifying pedophiles or serial rapists would people have praised it?! Probably not...or at least they wouldn't have done so publicly...after all, these are nasty and illegal. So, why, then, praise necrophilia?! It's illegal (in most but not all places) and really, really gross...yet to some, it's romantic or compelling?! Why not, then, make films about urophilics (people who like to tinkle on others for gratification) or copraphilics (people who like to defecate on others for gratification)?! By the way, if you notice I am using euphemisms and talking around things, IMDb won't allow certain key words in its reviews.
The fact that people actually LIKED this film disturbs me more than the fact that the film was made in the first place.