Brain Damage poster

Tagline: Inside everyone’s head lurks an Elmer…
Director: Frank Henenlotter
Writer: Frank Henenlotter
Starring: Rick Hearst, Gordon McDonald, Jennifer Lowry, John Zacherle, Theo Barnes 
18 | 84 min/86 min (uncut) | Horror
Budget $900,000


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. Shot on a mere $900,000, it is irresistibly grainy, charmingly cheapjack, but in a way that is wholly enchanting.

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. This being Henenlotter, it also has the capacity to deeply offend, a fact punctuated by the reaction of the movie’s crew, who walked out on a scene involving a messy death-by-fellatio which must have been rather shocking back in 1988, and was one of many scenes cut from both the theatrical and VHS releases. Like the director’s gelatinous creation, Belail, from Basket Case, Henenlotter creates a monster which thrives on a sick sense of humour, but is somehow able to underscore events with a vague sense of genuine sympathy.

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This poor fellow was all out of plasters.

The real star of the film is Aylmer, a parasitic creature who forms symbiotic relationships with its victims by injecting a highly addictive hallucinogen into their brains. Once that irresistible carrot has been dangled, the planet’s most unlikely purveyor of narcotics 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 fiendish 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.

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When that last nugget just won’t flush.

Some of those trippy sequences are inspired, an incredible feat of low-budget chicanery that really put you inside Brian’s drug-addled brain. Henenlotter brings a tremendous sense of authenticity to his movies. They’re exploitative—unrepentantly so—but in spite of some intensely peculiar scenarios and gobsmacking instances of sleaze, his movies are strangely relatable, human in the most inhumane of fashions.

Like any drug-pusher worth their juice, Aylmer convinces Brian that is life is about to change for the better, but in return he needs feeding, and in his latest victim he has an Earthly carriage for his carnivorous habit. All Brian has to do is accept Aylmer’s hallucinatory gift and he will do the rest, an arrangement that goes swimmingly until 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 becomes. So insidious are Aylmer’s intentions that it isn’t long before Brian becomes an unwitting accessory to murder, 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?

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Brian’s acne was out of control.

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, grimy and starkly hard-hitting in doses, it is also a wonderfully sadistic satire which dazzles with its bargain-basement artistry and mind-bending practical effects, giving us the most memorable phallic creation this side of the xenomorph. This is a cruel, unforgiving monster, but one you would enjoy crooning with next to an open fire (providing you can supply the blood). There are even times when you feel like petting the little bastard; like all successful serial killers, you kind of dig the vaguely human facade.

Upon its release, the movie was ignored by most critics and disliked by the rest, which I’m sure came as no surprise to the director. It’s funny, I always imagine a theatre full of pompous critics cringing at the very notion of Henenlotter’s warped universe, each too scared to make the first judgement for fear of being embarrassed. With this in mind, let me be the first to say that this is a movie you will not want to miss.

Go and see it.

Best Kill

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.

Interesting Titbit

During a scene on the subway, Brian sees another passenger carrying a padlocked basket. The character is Duane Bradley, the owner and sibling of latex sex-case and crazed murderer Belail, the mutated star of Henenlotter’s 1982 exploitation classic Basket Case.

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.

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A wonderful oddity of a movie, Henenlotter’s 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!’


Written by Edison Smith Editor-in-Chief

Science Fiction Writer, Horror Enthusiast, Scourge of Plutocracy, Creator of


  1. They were just talking about this movie on Twitter! I have seen Basketcase. Wow, on that one. I do remember this one. It seems like something to watch late at night. I have been watching so many B movies lately but loving every minute of it.


  2. Good day to you, Susan.

    Nobody does schlock quite like Henenlotter. With Basketcase, Frankenhooker and this little gem, he made three of the best B movies of the decade.

    I’ve been watching quite a lot of them recently too. I saw Savage Streets with a grown up Linda Blair last week. Loved that particular sleazefest too.


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