Brain Dead and Loving it!

Once again, our dear friend DJ XL5 , fearing no cinematic lemons, presents us with a review for another forgettable classic; TAMMY AND THE T-REX. When it comes to dinosaurs in the seventh art, there is a wild variety of species to capture our cinema-lover's hearts, offering a wide spectrum of emotions. There are assuredly some excellent movies featuring prehistoric creatures, like the original KING KONG (1933) or Spielberg's JURASSIC PARK (1993). Then we have our load of well-intended but mediocre dinosaur films, like 1974's THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT . And of course, countless bad dinosaur flix litters the projection rooms of film history, some of them defying any preconception of quality or taste or pain, such as THE LEGEND OF DINOSAURS & MONSTER BIRDS (1977), ADVENTURES IN DINOSAUR CITY (1991) and THEODORE REX (1995). Today however, let’s discuss one of the most joyful and jubilant nonsense ever seen by your humble servant… TAMMY AND THE T-R

Who wouldn't want to be invisible at times? If only to either observe life more freely, spy on friends and enemies, become a master criminal or wreak havoc without fear of reprisal. Arguably, the internet provides a semblance of this, and many do abuse this power. But this isn't the point of this piece. Invisibility isn't a new concept. Over 500 years ago, Plato told he tale of the ring of Gyges , which made its wearer invisible, (Not unlike Tolkien's One Ring) and allowed him to seduce a queen and kill a king. In the Buddhist tradition, one of Buddha's closest disciples once used the power of rendering himself invisible to escape robbers. A decidedly more peaceful use of the skill. Cloaks of invisibility, as well as helmets, have provided mythic heroes like Perseus or Alberich the opportunity to vanquish seemingly invincible enemies. Recently, of course, we remember Harry Potter concealing himself from view by wearing such a cape. The heroic

 With the world still in the throes of the Coronavirus epidemic, bringing to mind images of brave scientists in hazmat suits investigating THE ANDROMEDA STRAIN , forced isolation has brought me back to the blog after an unfortunate personal health crisis kept me away from the keyboard. Not as much because I was unable to write, but my heart just wasn't in it. So I've been struggling to find he best thing to reboot this blog and bring it back to life, and with the help of new contributor DJ XL5, who has heavily left his mark on the Montreal Fantasia Film Festival since 2004 ,notably with his wildly popular annual video collage events, we are trying something new.  It is with great pride that I welcome DJ XL5 to the BRAIN DEAD & LOVING IT family to inaugurate a new segment that will offer a new look at low-brow, forgotten, often maligned films that may...or may not, be worth a second look. Without any further ado, here is DJ XL5's review of Don Dohler’s NIGHTBEA