Brainstorm

Synopsis: Brilliant researchers Lillian Reynolds and Michael Brace have developed a system of recording and playing back actual experiences of people. Once the capability of tapping into "higher brain functions" is added in, and you can literally jump into someone else's head and play back recordings of what he or she was thinking, feeling, seeing, etc., at the time of the recording, the applications for the project quickly spiral out of control. While Michael Brace uses the system to become close again to Karen Brace, his estranged wife who also works on the project, others start abusing it for intense sexual experiences and other logical but morally questionable purposes. The government tries to kick Michael and Lillian off the project once the vast military potential of the technology is discovered. It soon becomes obvious that the government is interested in more than just missile guidance systems. The lab starts producing mind torture recordings and other psychosis inducing material. When o
Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller
Director(s): Douglas Trumbull
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
  2 wins & 6 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.5
Rotten Tomatoes:
63%
PG
Year:
1983
106 min
657 Views


Can you see better

if I move it a little closer?

I can see something.

It's parts of the grid, but it's still rotating.

It's not locking up.

Maybe we all need a little break, Lillian.

Hal, you take a break.

Michael, we're almost there.

How's that?

It's better, but it's all scrambled.

- How's that?

- It's better.

How's the synch?

Plus-25. Better?

I can sort of make out part of the grid,

but it's...

I don't know.

Maybe something's wrong with the grid.

Hal, kill the grid.

And, Gordy, take a look around the lab.

Oh, this is weird.

Try something else.

How's that?

It's an image of the lab, but it's rotating.

It's all out of phase.

I think I've got it.

Gordy, go back to the grid for a second.

A little more phase compensator.

Up the synch signal.

What do you see, angel?

Clockwise rotation.

It's still all scrambled.

Okay, just a little more.

Hold it a second. I think I got it.

Hey, there it is! You got it.

Okay, Hal, let's slate it.

Gordy, follow Hal around with the slate.

Hal, get the slate in there.

I got it.

Hold it one minute.

Okay. Slate it.

We've got speed.

Test, October 11th, 10:41 p.m. Mark.

To the kitchen.

Good idea. Let's eat.

Lou, what do you got for me?

Here you go, Gordy. Everything you said.

- Slating.

- It's all bad.

Hot and cold...

...sweet and sour...

...chewy and melt-in-your-mouth bad!

Let's try something exotic.

You name it, Gordy.

A little steak.

A little steak comin' up.

Peanut butter.

Peanut butter.

Hot fudge!

Hot fudge?

A few nuts.

And some marshmallow sauce.

Marshmallow sauce.

And put a cherry on top.

Man, marshmallow and cherry on steak?

What in the world have you been drinkin'?

What's he been smokin'?

Hey, spaceman,

welcome back to the planet Earth.

What you see before you is the latest

fashion in full sensory gratification.

- Now, come on, give us a kiss.

- No.

- Come on.

- No!

Come on, let's go back to work.

- Gordy, go on!

- For science.

Gordy, try to contain yourself.

This is a test.

Andrea, give us a 90 DBF

in sine wave, please.

Okay, I'm ready.

Slate.

Gordy, this is not on our itinerary.

Just a few seconds. I think I got an idea.

Well, hi, Hal. How are you?

What are you guys up to, anyway?

Just wanna see my old buddy, Lena.

How are you, Lena, honey?

Lena, I know what it's like

to be guinea pig.

Is her output on standard interface?

Regular plug.

I don't know...

Perfect mate for Dr. Brace.

I don't know if that's such a good idea.

- That's not so funny, Gordy.

- Come in, Lena.

What did you do?

Nothing. Just a little experiment

in animal behavior.

There's something wrong with you.

You know that?

You didn't like Lena.

- What happened?

- Nothing.

So?

I'm telling you, it works!

The tests? Sound, taste...?

Everything, everything.

One hundred percent. In fact, better.

Well, what did you taste?

Steak, overdone. Right?

Peanut butter, hot fudge sauce,

slight orange flavor.

- Disgusting.

- Nuts?

Walnuts. I hate them.

That's it?

Marshmallow...

- Cherry on the top.

- That's it man!

How do you feel now?

I feel like a glass of champagne.

Get some glasses.

Congratulations.

What's this?

One lousy beer.

I would like to make a toast.

To the one who never gives up...

...Lillian Reynolds...

...E.E., M.D., Ph. D...

...B.M. T...

...B.V.D., R.S.V.P., C.O.D.

My friend.

Cheers.

Cheers.

'Night.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Mike.

You worked late.

Did you have a good day?

Hello, Barry.

Success.

We made it.

Talented man, your husband.

Impossible at times, but talented.

What do you think? Can you handle it?

Yes, I think I can.

I think I can get it down to size...

...and make it look attractive.

Maybe something like...

...stereo headphones.

Oh, I'm not worried about that.

I know you can.

It's Michael.

You're gonna have to work

very closely with him.

Is that a problem?

No.

- That won't be any problem.

- Good.

Not for me.

Hal, I'm gonna kill you after this.

Lillian, you don't understand.

It's part of my...

- What are you upset about?

- It's gonna be slow and agonizing.

It's not part of your job.

I know what you wanted to do.

You wanted to grease yourself

with the boss.

I did not.

Why don't you wait and see

what he has to say?

Why don't you grow up!

Be careful.

I hate this junk!

Hello, Michael.

Good to see you.

- Lillian.

- Hi, Alex. How are you?

Well, won't you sit down?

Well...

...congratulations.

For what?

Hal said you had a breakthrough.

Well, Hal's crazy.

Did you have a breakthrough or not?

Yes.

Alex, dear, it was just another test.

A little better, but still crude.

What's the big problem?

The superconductors have to be chilled

to 270 below to work.

The whole thing is too big and heavy.

Your hotshots, Evans and Wetmore,

failed on that one year after year.

Courtesy, Evans-Wetmore.

It's a superconducting chip.

No cooling needed.

When did they do this?

You need it...

...it's yours.

Keep it quiet.

Data processing division

will go right through the roof...

...with the high-speed

computer applications of that thing.

Karen has expressed enthusiasm

to help us market it and package it.

Alex, I think you're moving too fast.

You haven't even seen it yet.

There's more to it

than just practical applications...

...and packaging.

Lillian...

...I know you can do it.

I know you can do it.

I'd like a demonstration.

I want you...

...to knock my socks off. Okay?

Good!

And thanks.

Don't lose that.

You did it again, Alex.

Thank you.

Any problem working with Karen?

No. Not for me.

Thanks, Mike.

I told you to get out of the pool.

He pays no attention.

I'll get him, honey.

Hurry up!

Dr. Brace, I'd like to introduce

Dr. Harris and Dr. Bock.

Call me Ted.

You saw the house before.

Yeah, yeah, we're sold.

We just want to get all the details.

- We signed all the papers today.

- Good.

- That's for you.

- Hey, Dad, is that it?

- That's what you wanted.

- All right. You got the right one.

Say thank you.

As you can see...

...this is a very special house.

I spent a lot of time to get it right.

Why don't you show them

the secret closet?

Good idea. Right this way.

The house is wonderful. Ted loves

all the special things you've done.

Do you like them?

No.

- It's theirs now.

- I know.

I can't stay here now.

Oh, well, that's okay. I can...

...take care of all the packing and stuff.

- You sure?

- Sure.

It's a lot to do.

Do you have cardboard boxes?

Yes, I have cardboard boxes.

I can take care of it all. Don't worry.

You could go live over at the center.

Lillian's there.

This is Flight Simulation Lab Control.

Sold your house yet?

Yep.

I keep telling you

the rooms at the center are so cheap.

I know.

At 9:
38 p.m. pilot Gordon Forbes is

performing a low-level simulated assault.

Range:
100 yards and closing.

Ninety-five.

Ninety. Simulated altitude, 60 feet.

Ground speed, 512 knots.

Assault range, 85.

Eighty.

It's not worth it, Gordy! Don't do it!

Pilot Forbes, you're...

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