The Brain That Wouldn't Die

--Reviewed by Lindy Loo

Plotline: A crazed doctor is busy doing secret experiments involving reanimating the dead. When he crazily drives himself and his wife-to-be down a ravine, causing his wife-to-be to die a fiery death, he decides it would be a smart idea to try reanimating her, even if it's only her head that he's able to save. While he hunts around for the sexiest body possible to which he can reattach her head, she sits waiting, body-lessly, in a pan of blood. She is not pleased.

Scariness factor: Ha ha ha--no.

Gross-Out Factor: 1960s blood. So no.

Complaints: The head of the wife-to-be is such a bitch. God only knows why he would've wanted to keep her around anyways. The dude--though crazy--is nice enough to try to save her, even if it DOES mean she has to wait around body-lessly in a pan of blood for a while, and yet all she does is bitch. Seriously, if *you* were stuck in a pan of blood without a body for a while with a mad-freak nearby behind a door that you can somehow converse with just through thought, wouldn't you at *some* point try to think of more interesting conversation than "Just let me die" and "I'm going to make him pay" and cackling laughter? I mean, god, talk about boring fricking company.

High Points: The deaths are fantastic in this film--completely and ridiculously overdramatic--picture how you used to fake-die when you were little and someone fake-shot you, and you can probably consider your acting Oscar-material in comparison. The head's maniacal laughter was way too funny and I couldn't help but laugh out loud every time she went off into peals of it, especially since her face was hooked up to so many fake electrodes and whatnot that she had to be careful not to move her cheeks too much and you could tell that she was trying to be emotive without using too many muscles. Good stuff. Plus, the crazy doctor guy is a total sleazeball and spends most of the movie accompanied by slimebally, "sexy" striptease music wherever he goes. And he's a big ogler, so you'll get to see him drooling all over some 1960's strippers, and you'll get to see a couple of strippers almost get cat-fighty over him, god only knows why.



Overall: This movie was goofbally and campy, but not quite so much fun as the others I've been watching, mostly just because it was slow-moving and all the head could do was say the same things over and over. But hey, if you're looking for a flick to add onto your list of campy horror flicks to watch (and shout at) with friends one night, you may enjoy.

Grade: C+