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The Autopsy of Jane Doe had a lot of promise. The first half of the film stayed steadily on point for something epic. But eventually things ran out of steam as the audience was asked to jump through some big hoops which only snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.
Tommy and his son Austin are small town family coroners who get a mysterious corpse from the local sheriff one evening. The mystery corpse has more than a few red flags that something is terribly amiss, but these guys don't quit... until the rest of the dead bodies start harassing them. Eventually they figure out (assume) that the new corpse is causing the problems, but it's too late. Too late for me too, because I didn't know I was going to have to do so many mental gymnastics to keep up the disbelief. You know that point in a movie where you say to yourself, "WHAT IN TARNATION?" and suddenly you realize you're sitting in your bedroom next to a farting cat, instead of wrapped up in a story. Which is kind of a shame because I did enjoy the movie. Except that one part where the family cat died, for no reason related to the plot.
My favorite thing about The Autopsy of Jane Doe was that Jane Doe was played by an actress, Olwen Kelly, who laid around dead and naked on the table while these two cut pieces out of her. My kind of acting gig. 7 depressed dads passing on the family tradition of the mortuary arts out of 10.
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