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ANOTHER RE-RUN .... (because mommy's depressed and can't think of anything funny right now)



(Originally posted Wednesday, October 21, 2009)

The Brain that Wouldn't Die 

When I was a kid this movie scared the shit outta me.  I'd probably seen it 15 times by the time I was 11 or 12.  This was way back in the 1960's when everything was closed on Sunday.  Anyone remember that?  NOTHING was open.  I hated Sundays because they were so BORING.  A typical Sunday afternoon would basically be channel surfing on a black and white t.v. from channels 2, 4, 5, 7, 11 and 13 ... with no remote.  Kids today would probably slit their wrists. No 300 channels, no Internet, no DVDs, no video games. When I was a kid and you complained about being bored ... YOU WERE BORED.  And what did we kids do when we were bored? We had this thing called an "IMAGINATION."  Imagination allowed you to make up games and pretend ... we played outside all day, rode our bikes all over town and did all kinds of other fun stuff that kids today do not know how to do ... which I find really sad.   
 
Anyway, I remember watching programs like "Chiller" on lazy Sunday afternoons and they would broadcast all kinds of B horror flicks, like "The Brain that Wouldn't Die."  The premise of this film was that the head (in the picture) was engaged to her brilliant scientist doctor and after being beheaded in a terrible car accident her brilliant fiancee DOES NOT WANT HER TO DIE so he collects her severed head, rushes it to his laboratory where he revives it and keeps it alive in a liquid-filled tray and voila!  The Head That Wouldn't Die ... but the head becomes bitter and evil and starts killing people just through her powerful mental abilities and she's really pissed off at her fiancee because all she wants to do is die but he is determined to save her, find her a body, and then do a head transplant. Oy vay.


Another classic B flick ... THE ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT WOMAN. Although, I'm certain there were some serious subliminal messages in this film, the plot is that after catching her husband flirting with another girl, the wife (aka 50 foot woman) encounters a spaceship carrying an extraterrestrial who is like 50 feet tall and needs diamonds to power his satellite. The alien, seeing the diamond necklace she is wearing, tries to snatch it from her neck and scratches her, thereby infecting her with a bizarre alien infection wherein she starts growing and growing and then BAM!!!  She's 50 feet tall.

She is now on a mission to find her cheating bastard of a husband by terrorizing the entire town.  We see her picking up cars and peering into them trying to find that cheating louse and creating all kinds of havoc.  I think the man who wrote this brilliant script was trying to tell all the men in the audience ... "See!  If you buy your girlfriend/wife diamonds and fancy presents and she still gets pissed of at you because you're a carousing, cheating pig ... this is what'll happen!  She'll turn into a big ol bitch of a monster!" .... hence



DAMN STRAIGHT!  THE ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT WOMAN ...

BITCHES RULE!!!!

Comments

  1. I love those old "horror/sci fi" films.


    Sidenote: I saw your Viggo in "A Dangerous Method" last night. Quite handsome, and nearly enough for me to take my eyes off Mr. Fassbender.

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  2. Bob, did you see Fassbender in "Shame"? OH. EM. GEE.

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    1. I haven't.....but I've heard...... =)

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  3. First of all, I'm sorry that you're depressed. One word. Meds. This is a funny post and it was my first time reading it so there ya go. No shame in reposting.

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  4. Thanks Girlfriend! And I AM on meds! LOL!

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