“Who can sleep with the brows on the prowl?” taglines Larry Blamire’s Trail of the Screaming Forehead, a heady tribute to 50s sci-fi B-movies with all the trimmings: brilliant color (Craniascope here), catchpenny costuming, delightfully droll exchanges, and a nonsensical storyline. In small-town Longhead Bay, a sexy scientist, with an inexact, high-brow Brit accent speculates that “thinking-up stuff ability” stems from the forehead, not the brain, and convinces her clueless colleague to inject cranium-enlarging Foreheadazine. (He believes each dosage swells his brilliance.) Scientific Method or skulduggery? We find out during a full-out attempt by outer-space foreheads to attach themselves to the city’s dim denizens.
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