Director: Frank Henenlotter
Writer: Frank Henenlotter
Starring: Rick Hearst, Gordon McDonald, Jennifer Lowry, John Zacherle, Theo Barnes, Lucille Saint-Peter, Vicki Darnell, Joseph Gonzalez, Bradlee Rhodes, Michael Bishop
18 | 84 min/86 min (uncut) | Horror
Sometimes a movie comes along that really takes you by surprise.
Brain Damage is much more than trashy B-movie horror. It is that – but beneath the one-dimensional characters and schlocky special effects there is a film with a social conscience, a dreamy, often brutal commentary on the pitfalls of drug addiction which far exceeds its budget, displaying visual ingenuity one can’t help but admire. That being said, Brain Damage is as out there as its protagonist, and still more than qualifies for a place in the bad movie echelons.
The real star of the film is Aylmer, a parasitic, leech-like creature who forms symbiotic relationships with its victims by injecting a highly addictive hallucinogen into their brains. Once that irresistible carrot has been dangled, it begins to establish its dominance, sadistically starving them to the point of insanity and continuing to do so long after they have submitted to its demands.
Aylmer looks like something you might pull out of your arse, and has a cretinous personality which only serves to reinforce that notion. His eyebrows wiggle suggestively at the very hint of human misfortune, and his dry, malevolent wit is delivered with a gentle irony that chimes like a lullaby in the subconscious. The creature has been around for centuries, enslaving some of history’s most prominent leaders, his lust for human brains behind some of civilisation’s bloodiest atrocities.
By the time we get to meet the little cretin, his glory days are well and truly behind him. Aylmer has come into the possession of a juice-addicted elderly couple who have learnt to keep him weak by serving him animal brains, just enough to feed their addiction and keep the alien at their mercy. All of that changes when Aylmer manages to slip down the plughole and finds himself some less accustomed prey in the neighbouring Brian (Hearst), who is soon enjoying the hallucinatory pleasures of the creature’s juice at the expense of an ever decreasing memory, as well as some rather worrying side effects which threaten to bleed into reality.
Aylmer promises that the young man’s life is about to change for the better, but in return he needs feeding, and in Brian he has an Earthly carriage for his carnivorous little habit. All Brian has to do is accept Aylmer’s hallucinatory gift and he will do the rest. Soon, Brian begins to find unexplained splodges of viscera in his underwear, and the more addicted he becomes to the creature’s juice, the more demanding and sadistic it gets. Before long, Aylmer is describing every last detail of their late night conquests, safe in the knowledge that Brian has nowhere left to turn.
Soon, Brian flees his brother’s apartment, accepting the fact that he is now a powerless accessory to murder and that anyone is fair game, and with the pain far outweighing the pleasure, he finally stands up to Aylmer and decides to go cold turkey, but who will crack first?
Along with Basket Case and Frankenhooker, Brain Damage is one-third of schlock master Frank Henenlotter’s delightfully warped, low-budget trilogy, and although this is perhaps the rarest and least known of the three, it is arguably the best of them all.
Morbid and grimy and starkly hard-hitting in doses, it is also a wonderfully sadistic satire which dazzles with its bargain basement artistry and mind-bending special effects.
Go and see it.
Aylmer leaps from Brian’s zipper into the mouth of a woman who is about to perform the sexual act of fellatio. Brian, loaded on juice and feeling a similar kind of euphoria, grabs her head and precedes to thrust Aylmer in and out of her, until finally the parasite pulls her brains out through her mouth.
Most Absurd Moment
While in the throes of juice withdrawal, Brian imagines himself pulling a forty-foot rope of human tissue from his ear before vomiting his body’s weight in blood. Meanwhile, Aylmer cackles malevolently and croons to an eponymous ditty know as Aylmer’s Tune.
Most Absurd Dialogue
After taking Brian out back for some oral titillation, the nightclub hussy feels like flattering her new feller, and begins to feel him up.
Girl from Nightclub: Hey, it feels like you’ve got a real monster in there!’
Be careful what you wish for.
A wonderful oddity of a movie, Brain Damage has its tongue firmly in its cheek, but the film is an often bleak affair which highlights the pitfalls of drug abuse and the lengths an addict will go in order to feed their addiction. In the words of Aylmer himself, ‘Why are the stars always winkin’ and blinkin’ above? What makes a fellow start thinkin’ of fallin’ in love? It’s not the season, the reason is plain as the moon. It’s just Aylmer’s tune! ‘
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