Brain Damage

Synopsis: A normal, average guy who lives in New York City becomes dependent on an evil, disembodied brain. The brain feeds the guy a narcotic substance in exchange for his unwilling assistance in obtaining the brains of innocent victims for sustenance. This turns into a tour of circa-1980s underground NYC clubs, backlots, and other seedy locations. One scene features the band Swimming Pool Cues playing the song "Corruption."
84 min


You were gone so long. I was worried.

I had to go all the way

to that goddamn gourmet deli.

But you got them?

- A dozen.

- Good. Good.

Nah, they're too damn small.

Not like the ones we got from Gottlieb,

may he rest in peace.

Maybe we should order

from that French butcher again.

No way!

Always asking questions, making jokes...

These are beautiful.


Oh, he'll love them.

Puny little things, way overpriced.

God, I miss Gottlieb.

Are you coming now?

- I'm going to feed him.

- In a minute.

He's going to be so excited.

Aylmer, din-din.

What? What?

- He's gone.

- No!

- Oh, my God.

- He's gone!

He's gone.

'Brian? Hello, Brian.'

'Are you asleep?'

'Brian, you're supposed to be

getting ready. We have to leave soon.'

'Brian? Brian?



Where are you?

- He's still asleep?

- Yep. Afraid so.




Come on, Brian.

We have to leave here in a few minutes.

You look awful.

I feel awful.

- Are you sick?

- I wasn't before.

Just laid down for a quick nap,

and all of a sudden my head is spinning

and I'm too dizzy to move.

I dunno, maybe there's something

going around.

- Yes?

- Hi.

We're the Ackermans,

the couple down the hall.

I'm Martha. This is Morris.

- Could we see your bathtub a minute?

- My bathtub?

- Yes, please. You see...

- Hey!

What's wrong? What's he doing?

What the hell is going on?

Sorry. Our mistake. Have a nice day.

"Have a nice day"?

Well, you're certainly in no shape

to go out tonight.

"Out"? I can't even stand.

Poor baby.

Wait a minute.

There's no reason you shouldn't go.

- I don't want to go without you.

- Go with Mike.

- No. No...

- Why not?

You've already got the tickets.

Hey, Mike! Come here!

- He'd love to go. Ask him.

- Hey, what's up?

Do your brother a favor

and take her out tonight.

Want to go to the Syd concert

with me tonight?

- Brian can't go.

- Sure. I'd love to.

- You don't mind?

- Of course not.

Okay, great. Thanks.

You sure you'll be okay?

I just need some sleep.

I'm going to be fine.

- I hope he's okay. He never gets sick.

- You know Brian.

- He'll be a new man in the morning.

- I sure hope so.




What the hell's happening to me?

Okay, okay.

I know there's someone else here.

I don't know who you are

and I don't know what you are,

but I know you're in here.

So you may as well come on out.

Come on out and let me see you.


This is the start of your new life, Brian.

A life without worry

or pain or loneliness.

A life filled instead with colors

and music and euphoria.

- A life of light and pleasure.

- But who are you?

- What are you?

- I am you, Brian.

I'm all you'll ever need.

- I don't understand.

- You will, Brian.

From now on, your life

will take on a whole new light.

And all you have to do

is look into the light and listen.

Listen to the light, Brian.

- Just listen to the light.

- Yes.

Yes, I'd like to again, but...

I don't see it now.

Then I'll make you a deal.

I'll show you the light

if you'll take me for a walk.

"A walk"? Where?

Anywhere you like.

I'm hungry.

Wait, wait... I'm confused.

I'm not following any of this.

Then don't worry about it.

You don't need to worry

about anything ever again.

I'll do all your thinking for you.

Just put me on the back of your neck

and everything will be fine.

My neck?

Oh, you mean the hole. I...

Wait... I don't know.

Trust me, Brian. Trust me.

I just want to check on him.

Make sure he's okay.

- Okay.

- Shh!


Guess I shouldn't have worried.

Maybe he just went out

for something to eat.

Yeah. Right.

Can I take you home now?

Sure. Why not?

Oh, wow!

Oh, my God, wow!

This is f***ing great!


This is absolutely f***ing great.

'Listen, Charlie, I want you

and One-Shot to come on home,

'or I'll fire both of you.'

'I'm not coming home,

and neither is One-Shot. Goodbye.'

Freeze, a**hole.

- All these colors.

- Shut the f*** up, a**hole.

Lie on your stomach

and don't make a f***ing sound.

What the f*** is that?

Roll over.

What the hell is that?


Hey, wha... what's going on?

What are you doing? Is he okay?

Not bad. A bit underdone.

Let's go. We better get out of here.

Hey, could you juice me again?

The colors are starting to fade.

- You've had enough tonight.

- Oh, come on. Just a little.

Oh, all right. Just a little.

He's in the bathtub.

He's been in the bathtub

for the last three hours.

- Jesus!

- He's like a completely different person.

I don't even know him anymore.

What is going on?

I don't know. I've tried to call him,

but he's never home.

Oh, he's here. He just doesn't answer

the phone anymore.

Well, he finally answered it last night,

but all he did was giggle.

You know, I don't even think

he goes to his job anymore.

I don't even think

he leaves the apartment.

If he's not in his room,

he's in the bathtub.

Let me show you something.

Look at this.

That's more than he's got

on the front door.

Yeah, but he only locks these

when he's in here.

- Why? What's he hiding?

- I don't know.

The only thing new

are those pails down there.

He changes the water four times a day.

I'll show you something else.

Look at this.

He's got the bathroom all bolted up, too.

I tell you, he's become

a real stickler for privacy.

Have you asked him about any of this?


What'd he say?

He says he's been feeling

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Frank Henenlotter

Frank Henenlotter (born August 29, 1950 in New York City), is an American screenwriter, film director and film historian. He is known primarily for his horror comedies, though he would prefer to be classified as an "exploitation" filmmaker (rather than horror). "I never felt that I made ‘horror films’, he has said. "I always felt that I made exploitation films. Exploitation films have an attitude more than anything – an attitude that you don’t find with mainstream Hollywood productions. They’re a little ruder, a little raunchier, they deal with material people don’t usually touch on, whether it’s sex or drugs or rock and roll." more…

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