There is a door between life and death and now, that door is open!
Also, most of the performances are sub-par and the the leading lady (Trish Van Devere) has all the charisma of a hemorrhoid. She's supposed to be an attractive young woman and all the townsfolk refer to her as "that pretty city girl," yet she looks like she's about 40 and is average at best. She's supposed to be fit and limber as well, yet during a scene where she's awkwardly stretching before a run, it looks like her lower back seizes up on her. Then when she finally gets to stretch her legs and "run" she shambles along as if she's bound at the ankles with invisible shackles. She's the oldest and most nonathletic "athletic girl" I think I've ever seen.
And to add insult to injury, there's hardly any violence and not one booby sighting in the whole film - not that I'd want to see this hag topless anyway. And I mean no disrespect to George C. Scott who married the woman. I'm sure she's a lovely person, she just isn't believable as an object of desire. The only redeeming factor of this travesty known as The Hearse is that for a few brief moments we get to see a young and arrogant Shooter McGavin (Christopher McDonald) of Happy Gilmore fame.
|"Ouch, my bunions!"|
If you want to see an excellent supernatural horror with Trish Van Devere and her husband George C. Scott, watch The Changeling (1980). If you want to see a crazy, so-bizarre-it's-good haunted house movie, watch the Japanese film House (The Criterion Collection) (1977). If you're eight years old and your parents won't let you see scary movies or films with blood and/or boobies, watch The Hearse.
Violence Rating: 1 out of 5
Booby Rating: 1 out of 5