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Short: Hired! Part 2:
In the conclusion of this gripping
sales motivation film for Chevrolet, a drunk old man with a used
handkerchief on his head sets his loudmouth son straight about
getting his lazy, stupid salesmen to sell more units (see
Glengarry Glen Ross).
Movie: Manos: The Hands Of Fate:
Far and away the most loathsome, repulsive, unpleasantest,
vilest, ickyest, blechiest film to come along in MST3K's
rich film history. This film was made by Texas fertilizer
salesman Harold P. Warren—a mere coincidence?!?! A couple
and their young daughter on vacation end up at the lodge of goatman Torgo,
the thighful assistant of "The Master." Torgo
and the Master operate a bed and cult-fest, complete with
satanic rituals in the backyard. Torgo makes spastic passes
at the misses, and Peppy the poodle is putrefied. Please,
please—don't give away the incredible secret ending of
Manos: The Hands Of Fate.
— Mary Jo Pehl
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Prologue:
Joel has installed a module in Tom and Crow that makes them
believe that everything he says, thinks, or does is absolutely
brilliant.
Invention:
Frank and Forrester invent a chocolate bunny guillotine,
inspired by the inclination to bite the heads off chocolate
bunnies. Now there's no chocolate mess! On the Satellite of
Love, the Car-Tooner mixes up various dull cartoons to create a
funny cartoon.
Segment 2:
Joel, Tom, and Crow go "on vacation" with scenery blue-screened
in the background. Redneck cop Gypsy pulls them over. Frank
apologizes for the movie, as well he should.
Segment 3:
Joel, Crow, and Tom discuss what makes a monster—is it
exaggerated physical features, like the thighs on Torgo—or might
a big pinkie finger be just as horrifying?
Segment 4:
Joel is "The Master," and Crow is a horrifying hellbeast.
Dr. Forrester apologizes for the movie, as well he might.
Segment 5:
Crow and Servo dress in diaphanous gowns and wrestle, much to
Joel's horror. In Deep 13, Torgo (Mike Nelson) delivers a pizza
to Dr. Forrester and Frank. It takes a really, really long time.
Stinger:
A shot which lingers a little toooo long on our,
um, heroine.
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