The Brain That Wouldn’t Die is an amazing movie. Many people say it’s bad but I’m not on board with that. The film’s means are certainly limited. It doesn’t match up with the style, structure, and esthetic quality of the traditional made in Hollywood entertainments with which we are all very familiar. I think that’s a juicy case for why some people think Brain is bad. I guess I’m just not a fan of the word bad. Or good. Neither give an accurate picture of the sum of a thing.
To me, Brain is just plain fun. A good time. A cheap thrill like a rickety funhouse or a homemade haunted house on Halloween. I love that stuff. It always activates the six year old me in me, and I think that’s a fine, fine thing. As we age all sorts of sediment (mortgages, deaths, divorces) piles up and that crazy wide-eyed kiddo can get buried beneath all the junk. Movies like The Brain That Wouldn’t Die keep that kid well-nourished and healthy and therefore I see it as a precious gift for the human race. It’s very important to keep that kid alive and well. Movies like Brain get the job done. They should receive accolades, not derision. What they accomplish is no small feat.
On a side note, Eddie Carmel, “the Jewish giant” immortalized in the famous Diane Arbus photo, plays the monster in the basement. How cool is that!
(Source: walk-with-evil, via raculfright13)
