All under my command In my opinion, the film about how a giant alien pervert brain runs to Earth and for some reason tries to enslave the world from there speaks for itself and does not need additional explanation.
Well, if anything to comment, it is a wild thrash. The very fact of the existence in the minds of the authors of a planet inhabited by levitating brains is indicative when assessing this creation. In addition, there is an inappropriate degree of seriousness and, apparently, as a consequence, a huge number of completely useless conversations: the characters here are crackling incessantly, diligently depicting dreary grimaces on their faces - and only occasionally do something really smart to advance the storyline.
The latter, however, for an hour bulging at the unicellular level, without even trying to hit something. There is a randomly taken scientist, obsessed with an evil alien, who once a day needs to recharge with oxygen. Cool? Nope. Because there is also the family of a scientist who, with the support of a kind alien, tries to save a stupefying relative while he burns out the planes flying past and laughs evilly. Now that's cool.
In a word, a circus. If the tape was reduced by 20-30 minutes, cutting out all the unnecessary chatter in favor of the teenage stupidity of the writer, the idea could still be approved. And in this form, “Brain from the planet Arows”, probably should have been watched, having previously sneaked into the cinema through the fire exit.
5 out of 10