The Brain, Cont.

I think my review of The Brain that Wouldn't Die was somewhat rushed. I forgot to post a couple of quotes from the film:

You're nothing but a freak of life! And, a freak of death!

Oh, come on now, Doris. Do I look like a maniac who goes around killing girls?

I also loved how obviously strapped the budget for the film was. Too many poor splices to count. Evident reading from cue cards. Latex meant to suggest deformed skin not glued on well enough. I adored the lounge music and the "strippers" who, by today's standards, would never be considered slutty.