#10 - Nightmares in a Damaged Brain
Ok, as far as I can tell there are at least some gods out there who are taking an interest in what I'm doing, because I'm still listed as participating and haven't had an e-mail telling me otherwise. So I'm just going to post like a fiend and catch up, because dammit, I've done this for two years already and I'm not going to let Richard Branson stop me this year!
And, you know, solidarity, I'll feel bad if I give up now even if I'm not technically eligible any more, the usual...
So anyway, Nightmares... has the very dubious pleasure of not only being one of the most notorious movies to be caught by the UK's 'video nasties' crackdown in the early 1980s, but was also the only one of those films where the distributers were actually sent to prison for it. Yeah, scary. Especially when the film is little more than your run-of-the-mill stalk-and-slash.
We follow the misadventures of one George Tatum, who starts off the film in a straightjacket having flashbacks to a bloody axe murder and screaming his head off. Despite this, his doctors decide that he is 'cured' and 'reprogrammed' and let him out, whereupon he heads straight to a peepshow, has a fit (complete with half a tube of toothpaste foaming from his mouth) and then sets off on a cross-country trip to stalk and kill a young family. Said young family has troubles of its own in the form of one of their kids, an annoying little snot named CJ who loves to cause trouble and upset everyone around him.
In the end, we discover that all of George's mental problems stem from his walking in on his parents indulging in a little S&M when he was a child (although I truly believe that the shirt and bow-tie the kid was wearing had to contribute something too) and performing his best Lizzie Borden impression on them... and then CJ shoots him with a handy rifle to stop him from terrorizing his family any more (because that's CJ's job!). But wait! There's one final revelation...
And, you know, solidarity, I'll feel bad if I give up now even if I'm not technically eligible any more, the usual...
So anyway, Nightmares... has the very dubious pleasure of not only being one of the most notorious movies to be caught by the UK's 'video nasties' crackdown in the early 1980s, but was also the only one of those films where the distributers were actually sent to prison for it. Yeah, scary. Especially when the film is little more than your run-of-the-mill stalk-and-slash.
We follow the misadventures of one George Tatum, who starts off the film in a straightjacket having flashbacks to a bloody axe murder and screaming his head off. Despite this, his doctors decide that he is 'cured' and 'reprogrammed' and let him out, whereupon he heads straight to a peepshow, has a fit (complete with half a tube of toothpaste foaming from his mouth) and then sets off on a cross-country trip to stalk and kill a young family. Said young family has troubles of its own in the form of one of their kids, an annoying little snot named CJ who loves to cause trouble and upset everyone around him.
In the end, we discover that all of George's mental problems stem from his walking in on his parents indulging in a little S&M when he was a child (although I truly believe that the shirt and bow-tie the kid was wearing had to contribute something too) and performing his best Lizzie Borden impression on them... and then CJ shoots him with a handy rifle to stop him from terrorizing his family any more (because that's CJ's job!). But wait! There's one final revelation...