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BREASTS
Director: Michael Dugan
Writers: Robert Barich & Robert Madero
Cast---
Bobbie Bresee ... Susan Walker Farrell
Marjoe Gortner ... Oliver Farrell
Norman Burton ... Dr. Simon Andrews
Maurice Sherbanee ... Ben, the gardener
LaWanda Page ... Elsie, the maid (as La
Wanda Page)
Laura Hippe ... Aunt Cora Nomed
Sheri Mann ... Dr. Roni Logan
Julie Christy Murray ... Young Susan
Chu Chu Malave ... Delivery Boy
Ron Cannon ... Gallery Owner
Runtime:96 min | UK:95 min (DVD)
Writers: Robert Barich & Robert Madero
Cast---
Bobbie Bresee ... Susan Walker Farrell
Marjoe Gortner ... Oliver Farrell
Norman Burton ... Dr. Simon Andrews
Maurice Sherbanee ... Ben, the gardener
LaWanda Page ... Elsie, the maid (as La
Wanda Page)
Laura Hippe ... Aunt Cora Nomed
Sheri Mann ... Dr. Roni Logan
Julie Christy Murray ... Young Susan
Chu Chu Malave ... Delivery Boy
Ron Cannon ... Gallery Owner
Runtime:96 min | UK:95 min (DVD)
MAUSOLEUM (1983)
There was such promise attached to this film, that I could not help but feel underwhelmed after finishing
it. This 1983 possession-by-demon classic is slow, plotless, and drags like a lame dog, but there are
some great boobies in it from former Playboy bunny Bobbie Bresee. Though the weight of those jugs
alone does not help this film rise to the top, forcing it to wallow in the muck and mire with the rest of the
mediocre and pointless horror films of the world.
Ten year old Susan has just lost her mother and runs away from her aunt while at the cemetery, after
the burial. She stumbles onto the Nomed family mausoleum and unwittingly unleashes a demon that
takes possession of the little girl. Susan grows up into the healthy-chested Bresee (who's a butterface,
by the way) and she has become a woman of means. She has inherited the Nomed family estate and is
married to a swinging cat with a funky fro. All is nice and dandy in her life, until her eyes start glowing
green and we realize the demon has never left her, and she is using the power of her beast within to do
away with her enemies.
The middle portion of the film is when things slow down to a stop. Nothing happens but scene after
scene of her awakening her demonic powers.
She goes to the mall and steals paintings then drops the owner of the art gallery off the balcony with her
mind. She sexes up the dirty gardener, only to tear him to pieces while they cuddle after. She tears a
lady in half by causing her ribcage to split open. She seduces a delivery boy with her cleavage, only to
blast his ear drums out. And she scares off the stereotypical black maid (played with brilliant timing by
LaWanda Page) with her green fog. But her funky fresh husband starts to realize Susan isn't herself
anymore and consults a psychiatrist for help.
Susan, realizing the jig may be up, seduced her husband into a sexy bath, then squeezes him until his
chest explodes. The doctor tries to find a way to stop the possession, and arrives at the house too late.
He finds husband dead and spends ten minutes wandering around the house, looking for Susan. He
finds her in an attic, acting like a ten year old. Then she transforms into a demon, which takes another
ten minutes, but the final product is pretty damn cool. The demon then disappears, leaving Susan's
body and appearing in the Nomed mausoleum again for some reason. The doctor drives the now-free
Susan back to the Nomed mausoleum and forces her to confront the demon one last time to lock it away
again, once and for all.
At the beginning, the film does pull its gory punches, but makes up for it later on with some splat-tacular
kills. The film does get my respect for proudly displaying a pair of rabid, snarling demon boobs; John
Carl Buechler works his effects magic indeed. This film feels like a short story that they tried to expand,
but couldn't quite pad it out with story, so they decided to just bore the movie. By now the smarter ones
reading this article have figured out that the family name of "Nomed" is Demon backwards, and that's as
clever as the film gets. For what it's worth, there should have been lots more gore and boobies, too.
Besides Bresee's buddies and the demon makeup, there wasn't much going on in this little movie. The
rushed and unbelievably simple conclusion adds to the films list of demerits. The film, however, is worth
a watch if you are a possession movie completist, just don't expect much. At the end Susan says "I don't
understand" and neither do we, Susan...neither do we.
-Jose Prendes
it. This 1983 possession-by-demon classic is slow, plotless, and drags like a lame dog, but there are
some great boobies in it from former Playboy bunny Bobbie Bresee. Though the weight of those jugs
alone does not help this film rise to the top, forcing it to wallow in the muck and mire with the rest of the
mediocre and pointless horror films of the world.
Ten year old Susan has just lost her mother and runs away from her aunt while at the cemetery, after
the burial. She stumbles onto the Nomed family mausoleum and unwittingly unleashes a demon that
takes possession of the little girl. Susan grows up into the healthy-chested Bresee (who's a butterface,
by the way) and she has become a woman of means. She has inherited the Nomed family estate and is
married to a swinging cat with a funky fro. All is nice and dandy in her life, until her eyes start glowing
green and we realize the demon has never left her, and she is using the power of her beast within to do
away with her enemies.
The middle portion of the film is when things slow down to a stop. Nothing happens but scene after
scene of her awakening her demonic powers.
She goes to the mall and steals paintings then drops the owner of the art gallery off the balcony with her
mind. She sexes up the dirty gardener, only to tear him to pieces while they cuddle after. She tears a
lady in half by causing her ribcage to split open. She seduces a delivery boy with her cleavage, only to
blast his ear drums out. And she scares off the stereotypical black maid (played with brilliant timing by
LaWanda Page) with her green fog. But her funky fresh husband starts to realize Susan isn't herself
anymore and consults a psychiatrist for help.
Susan, realizing the jig may be up, seduced her husband into a sexy bath, then squeezes him until his
chest explodes. The doctor tries to find a way to stop the possession, and arrives at the house too late.
He finds husband dead and spends ten minutes wandering around the house, looking for Susan. He
finds her in an attic, acting like a ten year old. Then she transforms into a demon, which takes another
ten minutes, but the final product is pretty damn cool. The demon then disappears, leaving Susan's
body and appearing in the Nomed mausoleum again for some reason. The doctor drives the now-free
Susan back to the Nomed mausoleum and forces her to confront the demon one last time to lock it away
again, once and for all.
At the beginning, the film does pull its gory punches, but makes up for it later on with some splat-tacular
kills. The film does get my respect for proudly displaying a pair of rabid, snarling demon boobs; John
Carl Buechler works his effects magic indeed. This film feels like a short story that they tried to expand,
but couldn't quite pad it out with story, so they decided to just bore the movie. By now the smarter ones
reading this article have figured out that the family name of "Nomed" is Demon backwards, and that's as
clever as the film gets. For what it's worth, there should have been lots more gore and boobies, too.
Besides Bresee's buddies and the demon makeup, there wasn't much going on in this little movie. The
rushed and unbelievably simple conclusion adds to the films list of demerits. The film, however, is worth
a watch if you are a possession movie completist, just don't expect much. At the end Susan says "I don't
understand" and neither do we, Susan...neither do we.
-Jose Prendes
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