Mausoleum was one weird ass movie, ranging from being creepy to very goofy. This is the only type of movie that could be made in the 1980s, when Fulci was still making horror movies and the Italians were doing whatever they wanted. Yet this is an American film, ripping off Bava and Fulci instead of the other way around, while being its own fairly unique film that oddly works. Either you enjoy Mausoleum or you think it’s awful, there is no in-between here. Some elements do not work, other parts are really cool.
The mall death scene is perhaps the film’s highlight, although there are several other memorable death scenes. Bobbie Bresee is great in the main role as Susan, and her demon transformation scenes are really freaky and awesome. The final act is really weird even for a demonic possession movie, and a scene between Susan and her psychiatrist (played by Norman Burton) is nightmare fuel.
However I kind of wished that Michael Dugan, the film’s director, had further explored Susan and her husband Oliver’s (Marjoe Gortner) marriage issues a bit more. I think in better hands this could have been a great film instead of a solid one, yet I still enjoyed it. Perhaps I’m just a sucker for a good old demonic flick.