THE MORTUARY ASSISTANT (2026)

Studio:   Shudder/Dread
Director: Jeremiah Kipp
Writer:   Tracee Beebe, Brian Clarke
Producer: Patrick Ewald, Cole Payne, Jacob P. Heineke
Stars:    Willa Holland, Paul Sparks, John Adams, Keena Ferguson, Mark Steger

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Summary:

An evil entity torments a recovering addict with supernatural experiences during a haunting night inside a mortuary.


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“The Mortuary Assistant” movie is based on the same-named video game created by Brian Clarke. Having not played the game, I can’t say how well the film works as an adaptation. I can say the film doesn’t work well as a commercial, because if the gameplay is as repetitive as the movie’s rote scares, as unengaging to look at, or as slowed down by long stretches of mundane activities, then I have no desire to reexperience “The Mortuary Assistant” as a game.

Main character Rebecca’s first scene in the film involves her performing an embalming procedure under the watchful eye of her mortician mentor, Raymond. This isn’t where we learn anything substantial about her. That comes next, when Rebecca attends a twelve-step meeting in a room with eggshell-colored walls and beige curtains to match the beige jacket Rebecca wears over a brown sweater. There’s dressing a set and performer to convey a melancholy mood and then there’s just being visually colorless, and “The Mortuary Assistant’s” dull imagery gets bit by the latter.

Being a recovering addict haunted by her father’s death is the one and only thing the movie ever tells us about Rebecca’s wafer-thin characterization. We’re told even less about her boss, although a lot can be inferred from the completely cliched way actor Paul Sparks chooses to portray sullen-faced Raymond. His collared shirt, with only its top button unbuttoned, stays tightly tucked into khaki pants. His head often tilts slightly down so his eyes can look up suspiciously. And he speaks in such an emotionless monotone, he sounds like a robot vaguely attempting to growl out a Shaft impersonation. Creepy guy hiding something. Got it.

Raymond disappears for the middle of the movie so Rebecca can spend the night working alone in the mortuary. Odd things then start happening with escalating eeriness as she embalms and cremates corpses. Lights flicker. Dead bodies twitch. Strange symbols form. Ominous lightning flashes provide punctuation. A parked car’s door mysteriously opens outside. Blood appears and disappears on Rebecca’s body. Haunting voices taunt her over the phone. Inexplicably, Rebecca suddenly finds herself back in her home, spontaneously possessed by a demon into violently attacking a visitor. By this point, “The Mortuary Assistant” hasn’t provided any explanation for any of these events, so it’s simply a series of weird things happening, without any impact that would come with context.

Eventually, which is a word that summarizes many of the movie’s minutes thanks to its roundabout meandering through redundant or unnecessary scenes, Raymond returns for an exposition dump that gives Rebecca some clues about what’s going on. He might give even more clues if he didn’t insist on speaking so cryptically, or if he wasn’t repeatedly interrupted by the evil entity haunting the mortuary. Basically, Raymond drops some MacGuffin mumbo jumbo about blood rituals, demon names, and other hoops Rebecca will have to jump through to survive the night.

Once she knows what to do, more or less, another series of tamely terrifying experiences queues up for Rebecca. Visions of her dead father haunt her. Visions of being killed haunt her. Flashbacks to a traumatic teenage experience haunt her. Eventually, again, Rebecca uncovers some of the secrets behind her ordeal as “The Mortuary Assistant” casually coasts to an underwhelming conclusion.

Other than derivativeness and drabness, venial yet not unpardonable sins, there’s nothing technically “wrong” about how the movie handles itself. That’s the problem. It’s a low-risk, low-reward course in Horror 101, as taught by a student aide at a community college instead of by a tenured professor at a prestigious university. Given a lift by terrific practical effects from Norman Cabrera, a safe approach to basic boos makes “The Mortuary Assistant” passable for formulaic fright fare on a streaming service. If the film tried competing against heavy hitters in the genre though, “The Mortuary Assistant’s” plainness would have it boxing above its lighter weight class.

Review Score: 50