Nine Bodies in a Mexican Morgue

A small plane flying to Houston crashes in the remote jungle of Mexico. Passengers and crew number ten. There are nine survivors and then they are killed one by one. Eight days later, the bodies are recovered by the Mexican army to a secured location and closely watched by a couple. There are only nine bodies recovered. Someone is missing.

This starts with a manufactured premise trying to manufacture a murder mystery. There is a problem. I don't care about any of these people and don't care about the murders. Maybe this should be done without the opening premise. It's all rather fake and that goes for the set. I do like some of these actors, mainly David Ajala and Eric McCormack. I want the best for them. This is not it.

I'm just good at figuring out who it is most of the time, and this was no exception. I pay attention to the build of the killer, body type. There were enough surprises though that I didn't see coming for me to enjoy this series. However, there are some "there is no way they did that" moments that were so unrealistic and impossible. Definitely worth watching though. Despite the unrealistic events, the writers did a good job and making viewers change who they thought was the killer several times. I maintained who I thought it was throughout, except for a twist that even had me second guess myself.

Honestly, as the title says. The writing and acting falls apart on the last two episodes. Not that it was anything special, but it at least had me interested in the beginning. I should have known it would fall apart when the pilot could barely speak spanish. The last two episodes are full of cringe specailly Eric McCormick's acting... Maybe it was the writing but the performance is not believeable. It's like someone pretending to be something they are not.

"Nine Bodies in a Mexican Morgue" hooks you with the title - sharp, ominous, impossible to ignore - and if you're the kind who leans into a mystery, it promises more than it delivers. The opening plane crash sets the tone, not in suspense, but in budget. It looks patched together, more green screen than grit. And once the survivors stagger into view, the illusion doesn't hold. The jungle feels like a stage. The stakes feel staged, too.

The characters aren't written - they're sketched. Loud types, hollow arcs, the kind you meet once and forget twice. And still, you hang in, maybe because of Peter Gadiot and Ólafur Darri Ólafsson - two actors who know how to hold a scene, even when the writing gives them nothing but clichés to chew on. They show up. The script doesn't.

By the time the story wraps up and slides toward its twisty, slightly unhinged finish, you're not gripped - but you're not checking out either. There's enough absurdity, enough sudden turns, that you don't need to pay close attention to stay mildly entertained.

It's a mess, but a watchable one. And sometimes, that's enough.

I was really enjoying this show up until the final episode. The pacing, acting, and twists had me hooked, and I kept thinking the writers had something clever up their sleeves. But then the last episode happened, and I couldn't believe how lazy the reveal was. I genuinely thought they wouldn't go with the most obvious choice for the killer-but they did. And not only was it obvious, it was downright unbelievable. I get that the entire show leans into the ridiculous, but this ending pushed it into the realm of absurdity. The motives didn't add up, the logic fell apart, and it felt like the writers just gave up. I can suspend disbelief for a good payoff, but this was just a sloppy mess. A complete waste of time and potential.