Nightmares in a Damaged Brain 1981

director: Romano Scavolini  


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United States

Alternative Titles

  • Nightmare
  • Blood Splash

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Synopsis

Has been hailed as the American Cult Terror film of 1982, starring BAIRD STAFFORD and introducing C. J. COOKE. It begins with a very bloody nightmare that triggers George Tatums' journey into madness and an axe-swinging insanity that doesn't stop for 90 minutes. Definitely not for persons of a nervous disposition

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Available on VHSAvailable on BetamaxAvailable on V2000

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Distributor L.U. Productions (World of Video 2000)
Catalogue Number XF140
Release Series
Release Date May 1982
Duration: 85m 51s
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Notes Read more about this video, which is featured in the book The Art of the Nasty
User Reviews:
by Lee James Turnock
Here's one of the true bad boys of the video nasty scare, a cause celebre by virtue of the startling fact that its British distributor (David Hamilton-Grant, no stranger to controversy, having tried - and failed - to secure a UK cinema release for Last House on the Left as early as 1974) actually went to prison for releasing the uncut version. Fair enough, the accompanying advertising campaign - which invited punters to guess the weight of a damaged brain and win themselves fifty quid - didn't help either, but the fact remains Hamilton-Grant was the last person in Britain to be jailed for publishing obscene material. So, is Nightmares in a Damaged Brain really obscene? Of course not. It's a maddeningly diverse pick-and-mix of divergent styles and influences - everything from Hallowe'en and the Shining to any one of a vast number of Times Square-set grindhouse flicks gets a look in here - tied to a defiantly grubby, tasteless, trashy and misogynistic story of a traumatised youngster, released back into an uncaring society after years of supposedly successful therapy, to go back to his old murderous ways - all set to music that sounds like a wedding band running ragged and unrehearsed through the Pink Floyd songbook. Baird Stafford is effective as the wandering maniac - though the 'frothing at the mouth' scenes are more likely to evoke laughs than chills - but really, the whole thing stands and falls on its gloriously gory finalé, a delirious, once-seen-never-forgotten blood-soaked double murder partially supervised by effects ace Tom Savini. If it's sleazy, greasy, cheesy eighties gore you're looking for, this one delivers the gross-eries.