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Movie Summary  Movie: Women Of The Prehistoric Planet:  Wendell Corey, Stuart Margolin, John Agar. Wow. The Cosmos III spaceship is skyjacked by left-wing revolutionary Centaurions who demand that the ship be crashed at a jillion miles an hour into the nearest planet, killing most of the crew, which they do. The mythically annoying Stuart Margolin's ship speeds to the rescue, but because of some sort of weird thing having to do with traveling at near the speed of light (see Nigel Calder's Einstein's Universe) they arrive thirty years later. They find the Cosmos III crashed into a Hollywood soundstage dressed up with fake plants. There are no survivors, only a remarkably inanimate spider marionette that kills one of the slower, dumber members of the crew. In a plot twist that makes you want to hit someone, it is revealed that the planet they've crashed on is Earth, only way before Zinjanthropis or even Australopithecus Africanus, and the survivors of the crash are Adam and Eve. Look for the Catskillian antics of Wendell Corey and then just try not to hate. — Mike Nelson Host Segments  Prologue:  Joel redecorates so he can do a talk show panel back on earth.  Invention:  Clay and Lar's flesh Barn. Joel's toilet paper in a liter bottle.  Segment 2:  Joel brings a doomsday satellite into the SOL.  Segment 3:  Joel attempts to disarm the doomsday satellite.  Segment 4:  The satellite turns them all into Isaac Asimov.  Segment 5:  Letters. Answers to the "Name the Plant Guy Brainstorm" contest.  Stinger:  None. Reflections This movie contains the original "Hi-keeba," our most popular catchphrase, as part of a monologue delivered by Wendell Corey. I can't tell you how much this little piece delighted the then-brand-new Frank Conniff. Even on his thirtieth viewing, his cherubic face would glow red. His chest would heave with laughter and he would stop breathing. Teams of paramedics, fighting all odds, would bring him out of the countless comas this film would induce, and scores of doctors would plead with him not to watch it again. But Frank being Frank... When I was younger, adults would assuage my fears, insisting I would never have to see Sam from the Quincy M.E. show gamboling about in a tiny animal skin. Then I saw this film and like a cold, hard slap I realized that most adults are liars. — Mike Nelson