From the psychopath who “blessed” the world with Ogroff comes this butt-numbing slice of rambling insanity. Mustachioed mad scientist, Dr. Roll (Jean fuckin’ Rollin), performs brain surgery in his body-part-littered and boobytrapped lab/dungeon. He’s shot dead by some cops and his son is sent to live with his uncle (Rollin, again) in New York. That boy grows up to be Herbert East (ahem), a stocky and psychotic young man who works at his uncle’s mental clinic. He’s a sociopath following in the footsteps of his dead father, much to the chagrin of his financially floundering uncle. East is up to no good in the clinic’s basement, assisted by Karl, a hunchbacked imbecile. A presidential candidate suffers a heart attack during the cheapest debate you will ever see and Herbert snatches his brain from the morgue. He has a plan to transplant the politically savvy brain into the skull of a young millionaire’s son, creating the perfect candidate. His uncle wants in on the brain transplanting glory and has a bargaining chip in a special formula to prevent host rejections. Of course, things don’t go as planned and the cops are closing in. The dead come back, a cat is cut in two and banality intersperses with insanity like a dementia sufferer just watching the rain from a rest home window. There’s no-budget dismemberment, power tools used for surgery, buckets of gore, kickball decapitation, William Lustig suffering Maniac Cop nightmares, and the same banality that made Ogroff a trek to get through but also made you stand back and say “well, that was certainly different.”
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