Belated Movie Reviews

Our Christmas Eve fare was the venerable, sometimes risible, THE BRAIN THAT WOULDN’T DIE (1959/1962), a movie populated by people you’ve never heard of, and pursues the lessons to be learned of monomania, and/or the fickle female, or possibly an abortive tale of Oedipus, with Dad gaining a virtual vengeance – get drunk and let us know what you think.  The plot holes would gratify Peterbilt in their size and lack of grace, whilst the actors lack the horsies required to move said Peterbilts.  Naaaaay!  I say!  Naaaaaaay!  This is to be seen only with a large pail of beer (not the good sort), and, if possible, in the company of Joel Hodgson.