Just imagine yourself as a rich and mean old woman. You've got money, a (not very much) younger lover, but you know that you soon will die. It just isn't fair.
Fortunately the world of z-grade movies holds the solution to all of your problems. What could be easier than to employ one of those mad scientists and let him install a nuclear reactor in the basement of your mansion, so he can transplant your brain into a younger body?
Well, you didn't expect all the problems that would arise. Violently phony British accents and a narrator who just doesn't know how to shut up are the least of your problems, with earlier experiments of your scientist running loose, everyone's inability to act and your scriptwriter's inability to make anything make any sense at all still not the worst. No, what's worse is this damnably cat brained girl with her absolutely hilarious cat imitation and the traitorous doctor transplanting your brain into the cat's body in shameful ignorance of the basics of physics.
But there's always the reactor's self destruct system. Even a kitty can use it.
Monday, April 14, 2008
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