Review (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 2 - Making a Sex Tape; Being a Racist; Hunting - full transcript
Critic Forrest MacNeil reviews real-life experiences that include making a sex tape, being a racist, and hunting.
Life... it's literally all we have.
But is it any good?
I'm a reviewer, but I don't
review food, books, or movies.
I review life itself.
Viva la revolucion!
Hello, and welcome to review.
I'm Forrest MacNeil, and
tonight we shall continue
our exploration of the
adventure that is life.
Whatever experience you're curious about,
I will do it and review it.
And I'm not alone. I've
been paired with a co-host.
Here to field your inquiries is A.J. Gibbs.
You ready, Forrest?
I am ready. Let's go!
Okay!
From Angela in Seattle, Washington, D.C.
- Uh, well...
- Hello, Forrest, how are you?
We bought our house from
the estate of a couple
who committed suicide, and in the attic,
we found this videotape of them having sex.
I guess my question is,
why would anyone film
themselves doing that?
Thank you for your time.
A very polite young lady.
Hmm, who wants to know what it's like
to make a sexually explicit videotape.
Don't tell me you've never
done that before, Forrest, okay?
The most buttoned-up guys...
they are always the freakiest.
No, no, my wife and I have...
Never done anything like that,
but I suppose we're about to.
- Word of advice?
- Yes.
Don't forget to take the
lens cap off the camera,
otherwise you may find
that you're having sex with
your wife for no reason.
Yes, thank you. That's helpful.
The sex tape...
let's find out what that's all about.
This review would require me to test
the limits of my inhibitions
in the interest of humanity,
and there was no time for sit-ups.
To understand the hows
and whys of the sex tape,
I asked my intern to compile
the essentials of the genre.
So, uh, One Night in Paris.
This is kind of like the Apocalypse Now
of celebrity sex tapes.
Then you've got Pamela
Anderson and Tommy Lee,
which is kind of like
the Citizen Kane, I guess?
Wait, wait. Turn on your filter light.
In short order, the how was clear enough...
dirty talk and confusing
sexual positions...
but the why remained elusive.
That is disgusting.
There's a very good reason
that most people have sex in the dark.
It feels better than it looks.
Thank you, Lucille. Oh.
- Take it!
- Rob Lowe, huh?
It simply didn't make sense to me.
Just breaks my heart
how... Can we not talk?
I really just want to focus on this.
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
In order to understand the
appeal of making a sex tape,
I was going to need the
assistance of a willing partner.
- Have you outdone yourself?
- I think I have outdone myself.
Ask me why I made my specialty tonight.
Why did you make your
specialty tonight, honey?
Well, just for the Halibut.
- That's a lot of fun.
- That is a lot of fun.
- To us.
- To us. Mm.
Hey, listen, I told Eric
that he should stay over
at Clayton's house tonight. Oh, okay.
I have a shopping list
for you, if you don't mind.
Shopping list? No, no, no.
No, I thought we might do something
a little more interesting
with our alone time.
- Oh, okay, I get it, yeah.
- Uh-huh, yeah.
- In fact, I thought we might...
- Oh, all right.
Mix it up a little bit tonight.
- What were you thinking?
- I was thinking we might
document the proceedings "ce soir"...
tonight. What do you mean?
How... how would we...
I bought a video camera,
and I thought we could...
Ugh! You want to make a sex tape?
- Yeah!
- No, gross!
Why?
What are you, a freshman in college?
No, no, no. What if people saw it?
- What if Eric found it?
- No, don't
sweetheart, we'll make
sure Eric doesn't see it
until long after we're
dead. No, that is not
I can't even believe
you would want to do...
that's not like you.
- It's creepy.
- I'm very surprised
by this reaction of yours.
I thought you might think
it would be kind of fun.
- Man, Forrest.
- I think it would be fun.
You were so close, you
know? You were on the green!
All you had to do was just putt it.
That's exactly what I was doing.
No, you shanked it right into the woods!
Thanks for nothing, all right?
Well, think about it.
I thought about it. No.
I'd never even considered
being unfaithful to Suzanne.
She is my best friend and confidante,
my partner in life.
Though horrified and scandalized
by the very thought of it,
I would have to make my tape...
Say hello to your folks. Bye.
Without Suzanne.
Her name was Katrina series 3,
a $4,000, state-of-the-art,
synthetic sex doll.
She was made of latex rubber built around
a highly pose-able skeleton,
and she featured what I was assured
was a very lifelike,
five-speed, vibrating vagina.
You ready?
If Katrina had any qualms about appearing
in a sex tape with me,
she kept them to herself.
This feels weird for me too.
Katrina's alluring titanium
infrastructure gave her
a weight of over 100 pounds,
an obvious design flaw,
since there's no possible way
I'm the most out-of-shape person
who owns one of these.
But somehow, she and I
would find a way to ecstasy.
I am not proud of what
you are about to see.
Hello, and welcome to my sex tape.
Hello, and welcome to my sex tape.
All right.
I wasted no time in putting
my sex-tape research to work,
Your eyes are... are just, uh...
I want you to know, uh...
This doesn't always go well for me.
This doesn't feel right. Oh, God!
This leg is all the
way... all the way back.
This is nearly impossible!
I had been feeling self-counscious but
sex tapes are supposed to look ugly.
That adds to the hot factor.
Oh, no.
Sorry about that, my darling.
Oh, God.
- Yeah, MacNeil residence.
- Oh, hey, Forrest.
Oh, hi, Suzanne. Yes, hello.
I thought for a second I
might have left the oven on.
No. Well, say hello to your parents.
Okay.
Love you. I'll see you in the morning.
That was a work thing.
Eventually, my physical
pleasure and the speed
of Katrina's vagina intensified,
and my awareness of the
camera fell away completely.
And then my awareness
of everything fell away, as I
surrendered to the heavy sleep
of the sexually satisfied man.
I had overcome great
fears to make what I hoped
was the Titanic of sex tapes.
Forrest?
Did you drink a half a bottle of my brandy?
- Oh, Suzanne.
- Oh, my God!
That is nobody. That is literally nobody.
- How could you do this to us?
- No, I'm serious,
that's nobody. What's going on?
Oh, my God, Eric, go to
Clayton's house, okay?
- Daddy is very sick.
- I hate this family!
Look, look, look, look, look.
- Oh, my God, it's just a doll.
- It's just a doll.
What...
That's why it smells like
burning sneaker in here.
- I know.
- Open a [Bleep] window.
Okay, sorry, look...
What did you think you were doing?
Oh, God.
Forrest, if I had known
you were so determined
to make a sex video,
I would... I would have done it.
If you need to do this
kind of weird [bleep],
then I want to be involved.
- Okay, I don't want to judge.
- Really?
I'll betcha it would be even
better with you than it was...
You "betcha"?
I... well, I... no, it...
yeah. No, obviously it would.
Of course it would. Of course it would.
Whatever trepidations I might
have had about filming it,
the footage of me shoehorning
myself into that rubber lady
has somehow become a reliable source
of foreplay in our household.
So, if the point of making a sex tape
is to spice up your sex life,
I have to say... it worked.
"Making a sex tape"... four stars.
On to our next review.
Ooh, our next review
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From "Toomuchtanya2000",
oh, in Madison, Wisconsin.
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Racism... a dislike of others
just because they're different.
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to change
my outlook and become... a racist.
For you, my black friend.
Before I embarked on my
journey of race-based hatred,
I paid a visit to my black neighbor, Gene,
to bank some goodwill for
the difficult times ahead.
I had always thought of
black people simply as people
and, as a consequence,
didn't think much was special about them.
But now I would need
to discover what it was
that made them different
and how I could turn that into
feelings of red-hot racism.
As luck would have it, I
stumbled upon a family reunion
of black people, which was
being held in a public park
where anyone could join them.
Hi, there.
You want to know who's rude? Cameron.
She says to me, "Oh, you need
to do something with your hair."
Unbelievable.
Over the course of a productive
and enjoyable afternoon
of interracial eavesdropping,
I learned an enormous amount
of unflattering things about black people.
Who invited you, again?
They insult your hair when
their weave looks terrible,
they shoot off their mouths to Derrick
about things that don't concern them,
and, most infuriatingly,
they won't stop talking
about their catering business.
Was it difficult to earn their trust?
So long, everybody!
I now had the ammunition
to get seriously racist.
Hey, shut up about your catering business!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Actually, can you make
that a diet coke, please?
I am watching my calories,
and I know you're gonna run
along and tell that to Derrick.
Derrick?
I know few things.
Oh, good. Yes, thank you.
Right next to the other one, please.
It was necessary for my new racist attitude
to pervade my entire life,
including at the workplace.
Attention, everyone! New policy.
This will be strictly, harshly, enforced.
But these new systems
were difficult to maintain
in the modern world.
I was, for instance, not able
to explain where white women
were supposed to go to the bathroom.
My efforts were causing more
confusion than oppression.
Wait. This one is the color copier?
Isn't it that one?
This is the colored copier.
That one is the color copier.
So this is the
black-and-white copier?
That's the white copier.
Look, I just need to make a color copy.
Well, go ahead and do it.
Just don't use the colored copier.
The white copier is better anyway.
It makes colored copies.
I don't know what I can possibly
do to make this more clear.
You could write "people" under them.
However, a visit from our
head of human resources
let me know I was on the right track.
Hello.
You've put the entire company
in an extremely difficult situation.
You have to stop this.
Sharon, what race are you?
You're not supposed to ask people that.
Well, if you don't tell me,
I'll just assume the worst.
I was forced to attend a
sensitivity training class,
where I was subjected
to a glorious gold mine
or racially charged hate language.
Yes?
How would you use [Bleep] in a sentence?
The point is, you're not
gonna use it in a sentence.
If you're uncertain as
to anything you're saying,
whether it's gonna be offensive or not...
Hey, how many [Bleep] does it
take to screw in a light bulb?
I don't know.
I don't know either.
They're all too busy [Bleep] their cousins.
Thank you.
I'm Forrest.
I too am intolerant of those
who don't share my race.
My new friend was called Jim,
and he was a true connoisseur
of race-based hatred,
as I learned when he
invited me back to his lair.
Ever notice the lower
that they wear their pants,
the lower our property values go.
You got a president
that wants to take away our guns?
You know who else wanted
to take away the guns?
Yeah. Well, you like Hitler.
Yeah, yeah, I... I like
the way he started out.
- Okay.
- But when he started with
the Obama stuff, that's when it
all went downhill. Yep.
You're like me.
What do we have in common?
We have a lot in common, see?
We are white.
Why do they say black people
are better dancers than white people?
I'm a great dancer!
After meeting Jim, I realized I had to take
my racism up a notch. How about that?
At last, I was prepared
to infect everyone around
me with a virulent strain
of the social disease that is racism.
Why is there a black man
and his baby mama in my home?
Hmm? Somebody call the cops.
Well, no, I don't think
that will be necessary,
but I am gonna have to ask you to leave.
Yeah, right.
But being a convincing racist
was harder than I'd ever imagined.
I'm sorry. I'm afraid
I'm quite serious, okay?
We cannot have you here
mixing with our white women!
Excuse me! There is nothing funny
about what the black man
is doing to our country!
I don't know what
everybody is laughing about,
but I am tired of you
black people bringing down
our property values and our schools
and never shutting up about
your catering business!
To have the desired effect,
I would need to cross
a boundary which must never be crossed
and say what must never be said.
Laugh it up, you [Bleep]!
I am a racist now. Deal with it.
Okay, so you've become
an overt racist all of a sudden?
What do you mean by that? What
do you mean "overt racist"?
I mean, there's always
been some racism in you,
but I've never seen you proud of it.
How has there been racism in...
what are you talking about?
Okay, do you remember last year,
you asked everyone on the block but me
to keep your key while
you went on vacation?
Yeah, well, you were not home.
- We... we were home.
- You were home?
We were home.
And you've asked me three different times
if I went to college on
a basketball scholarship.
You did, didn't you?
- No.
- Oh, my God.
You didn't go to college
on a basketball scholarship?
- I'm 5'7", Forrest.
- Look at him. No.
And when president Obama was elected,
you congratulated me.
Well, you voted for him, right?
I was surprised to find that,
like Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense...
spoiler alert...
I had been a racist all along.
Gene, it seems, had learned to
live with that fact long ago,
but he did give me one very
important piece of advice.
Never, ever... and I do recommend this...
go around calling anybody that.
Oh, that... yeah, I'll get rid of that one,
'cause that seemed to upset everyone.
Yeah.
Up till now, it's been a
blessing to be in denial
about my racist feelings.
Acknowledging them has made me
feel as stupid and disgusting
as that moron with the Nazi flag.
Being a racist... half a star.
- Ugh, Forrest.
- Yes?
No, it should get no stars.
Well, we don't do zero stars.
But it's racism.
Yes, but half a star is our lowest rating.
We had a long meeting about it.
This is not the first. Who knew?
- I didn't.
- No, well, you might have.
Yeah.
I can't wait to find out
what's in store for me next.
You don't have to wait, Forrest.
Good.
This one's from @meatsmurders
in Ridgewood, New Jersey. She tweets...
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Wow, having to hunt and
kill an animal to eat it.
I admit... that makes
me very, very squeamish.
But I guess I'm going to have
to do what all men once did
out of sheer, savage necessity...
round up a television
crew and head to the hunt.
I've chosen this spot here
in the Angeles Crest National Forest,
a place where I can find
an animal and slay it
and skin it and then devour it.
And I'm here under cover of darkness
because there simply wasn't time
to arrange for the necessary permits,
and so we're... we're
just doing it this way.
I'm accompanied by
my father-in-law,
Jack Walthall, who brought along the rifle
and the hunting smarts and
also the rugged individualism
of a bygone era, right?
- Hello.
- Very good.
Now, Jack, you had a very
interesting and sort of
clever-sounding hunting ploy.
You care to share that with us?
Well, it's not really my idea, Forrest.
It's S.O.P... It's standard operating...
Uh, right.
It's doe's scent.
It's estrus urine of a doe.
Now, this will attract a buck,
and then all you need to do
is fire a bullet off at his vital organs,
and you're in business.
Yes, good. Okay.
Very good. That's pretty ingenious.
I think we can all agree,
but I'm about to take it
a big step forward.
Josh, will you please bring
the Doe-coy out here, won't you?
- Okay.
- I happened to be in possession
of a nonreturnable $4,000 sex doll,
and I was eager to find
alternate uses for her.
Her specific talent seemed
perfect for tonight's mission.
What is that?
It looks like a beautiful dead lady.
Yes, well, on any other night,
perhaps, but tonight she is
the sexiest doe in all
of Southern California.
Oh, that looks great!
That's even better than
I thought it would look.
I've seen worse in bars, I'll tell you.
You have?
That's fantastic.
Hey, come and get her, all you bucks!
Trust me, she's no prude!
She's into whatever you're into!
That's great.
Hey, Josh, please, you brought
the bolt cutters, right?
In truth, the idea of a firearm
in the hands of a 75-year-old man
in low-visibility conditions
made me terribly nervous,
but I was determined
to carry on for the sake
of human understanding.
Well, it does seem a little bit cruel
to get the bucks' hopes
up like this, you know?
They think they're gonna
get some action, right?
But when you're hunting,
you use every tool at your disposal, right?
Whether it's a gun or a superior intellect.
Now, my question is,
where the best place...
Oh!
- What the heck?
- Mr. MacNeil!
- What's happened?
- Mr. MacNeil!
He's eating me!
- Mr. MacNeil, where are you?
- Forrest, where are you?
The tiger is attacking me!
This is a God damn tiger!
I got him! I got him!
- He's over there!
- Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
There's a [Bleep] tiger!
- Are you all right?
- No!
What can we do to help?
- Shoot the tiger!
- Oh.
Stand back.
As it turns out, we accidently drove
into silver-screen star
Tippi Hedren's big-cat preserve.
And then the age-old
rivalry of man versus beast
played out once again.
Like the ancient hunters, in the end,
our mastery of tools saved me.
In this case, the tiger choked
on my microphone and died.
Better him than you.
It would have been so sad
to keep doing the show without you.
Sad, yes, but also impossible.
Right. That's what I said.
- Impossible.
- Yes.
Hunting is a mixed bag...
terrifying, exhilarating, and fairly cruel...
3 1/2 stars.
But is it any good?
I'm a reviewer, but I don't
review food, books, or movies.
I review life itself.
Viva la revolucion!
Hello, and welcome to review.
I'm Forrest MacNeil, and
tonight we shall continue
our exploration of the
adventure that is life.
Whatever experience you're curious about,
I will do it and review it.
And I'm not alone. I've
been paired with a co-host.
Here to field your inquiries is A.J. Gibbs.
You ready, Forrest?
I am ready. Let's go!
Okay!
From Angela in Seattle, Washington, D.C.
- Uh, well...
- Hello, Forrest, how are you?
We bought our house from
the estate of a couple
who committed suicide, and in the attic,
we found this videotape of them having sex.
I guess my question is,
why would anyone film
themselves doing that?
Thank you for your time.
A very polite young lady.
Hmm, who wants to know what it's like
to make a sexually explicit videotape.
Don't tell me you've never
done that before, Forrest, okay?
The most buttoned-up guys...
they are always the freakiest.
No, no, my wife and I have...
Never done anything like that,
but I suppose we're about to.
- Word of advice?
- Yes.
Don't forget to take the
lens cap off the camera,
otherwise you may find
that you're having sex with
your wife for no reason.
Yes, thank you. That's helpful.
The sex tape...
let's find out what that's all about.
This review would require me to test
the limits of my inhibitions
in the interest of humanity,
and there was no time for sit-ups.
To understand the hows
and whys of the sex tape,
I asked my intern to compile
the essentials of the genre.
So, uh, One Night in Paris.
This is kind of like the Apocalypse Now
of celebrity sex tapes.
Then you've got Pamela
Anderson and Tommy Lee,
which is kind of like
the Citizen Kane, I guess?
Wait, wait. Turn on your filter light.
In short order, the how was clear enough...
dirty talk and confusing
sexual positions...
but the why remained elusive.
That is disgusting.
There's a very good reason
that most people have sex in the dark.
It feels better than it looks.
Thank you, Lucille. Oh.
- Take it!
- Rob Lowe, huh?
It simply didn't make sense to me.
Just breaks my heart
how... Can we not talk?
I really just want to focus on this.
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
In order to understand the
appeal of making a sex tape,
I was going to need the
assistance of a willing partner.
- Have you outdone yourself?
- I think I have outdone myself.
Ask me why I made my specialty tonight.
Why did you make your
specialty tonight, honey?
Well, just for the Halibut.
- That's a lot of fun.
- That is a lot of fun.
- To us.
- To us. Mm.
Hey, listen, I told Eric
that he should stay over
at Clayton's house tonight. Oh, okay.
I have a shopping list
for you, if you don't mind.
Shopping list? No, no, no.
No, I thought we might do something
a little more interesting
with our alone time.
- Oh, okay, I get it, yeah.
- Uh-huh, yeah.
- In fact, I thought we might...
- Oh, all right.
Mix it up a little bit tonight.
- What were you thinking?
- I was thinking we might
document the proceedings "ce soir"...
tonight. What do you mean?
How... how would we...
I bought a video camera,
and I thought we could...
Ugh! You want to make a sex tape?
- Yeah!
- No, gross!
Why?
What are you, a freshman in college?
No, no, no. What if people saw it?
- What if Eric found it?
- No, don't
sweetheart, we'll make
sure Eric doesn't see it
until long after we're
dead. No, that is not
I can't even believe
you would want to do...
that's not like you.
- It's creepy.
- I'm very surprised
by this reaction of yours.
I thought you might think
it would be kind of fun.
- Man, Forrest.
- I think it would be fun.
You were so close, you
know? You were on the green!
All you had to do was just putt it.
That's exactly what I was doing.
No, you shanked it right into the woods!
Thanks for nothing, all right?
Well, think about it.
I thought about it. No.
I'd never even considered
being unfaithful to Suzanne.
She is my best friend and confidante,
my partner in life.
Though horrified and scandalized
by the very thought of it,
I would have to make my tape...
Say hello to your folks. Bye.
Without Suzanne.
Her name was Katrina series 3,
a $4,000, state-of-the-art,
synthetic sex doll.
She was made of latex rubber built around
a highly pose-able skeleton,
and she featured what I was assured
was a very lifelike,
five-speed, vibrating vagina.
You ready?
If Katrina had any qualms about appearing
in a sex tape with me,
she kept them to herself.
This feels weird for me too.
Katrina's alluring titanium
infrastructure gave her
a weight of over 100 pounds,
an obvious design flaw,
since there's no possible way
I'm the most out-of-shape person
who owns one of these.
But somehow, she and I
would find a way to ecstasy.
I am not proud of what
you are about to see.
Hello, and welcome to my sex tape.
Hello, and welcome to my sex tape.
All right.
I wasted no time in putting
my sex-tape research to work,
Your eyes are... are just, uh...
I want you to know, uh...
This doesn't always go well for me.
This doesn't feel right. Oh, God!
This leg is all the
way... all the way back.
This is nearly impossible!
I had been feeling self-counscious but
sex tapes are supposed to look ugly.
That adds to the hot factor.
Oh, no.
Sorry about that, my darling.
Oh, God.
- Yeah, MacNeil residence.
- Oh, hey, Forrest.
Oh, hi, Suzanne. Yes, hello.
I thought for a second I
might have left the oven on.
No. Well, say hello to your parents.
Okay.
Love you. I'll see you in the morning.
That was a work thing.
Eventually, my physical
pleasure and the speed
of Katrina's vagina intensified,
and my awareness of the
camera fell away completely.
And then my awareness
of everything fell away, as I
surrendered to the heavy sleep
of the sexually satisfied man.
I had overcome great
fears to make what I hoped
was the Titanic of sex tapes.
Forrest?
Did you drink a half a bottle of my brandy?
- Oh, Suzanne.
- Oh, my God!
That is nobody. That is literally nobody.
- How could you do this to us?
- No, I'm serious,
that's nobody. What's going on?
Oh, my God, Eric, go to
Clayton's house, okay?
- Daddy is very sick.
- I hate this family!
Look, look, look, look, look.
- Oh, my God, it's just a doll.
- It's just a doll.
What...
That's why it smells like
burning sneaker in here.
- I know.
- Open a [Bleep] window.
Okay, sorry, look...
What did you think you were doing?
Oh, God.
Forrest, if I had known
you were so determined
to make a sex video,
I would... I would have done it.
If you need to do this
kind of weird [bleep],
then I want to be involved.
- Okay, I don't want to judge.
- Really?
I'll betcha it would be even
better with you than it was...
You "betcha"?
I... well, I... no, it...
yeah. No, obviously it would.
Of course it would. Of course it would.
Whatever trepidations I might
have had about filming it,
the footage of me shoehorning
myself into that rubber lady
has somehow become a reliable source
of foreplay in our household.
So, if the point of making a sex tape
is to spice up your sex life,
I have to say... it worked.
"Making a sex tape"... four stars.
On to our next review.
Ooh, our next review
came to us in an email...
From "Toomuchtanya2000",
oh, in Madison, Wisconsin.
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Racism... a dislike of others
just because they're different.
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to change
my outlook and become... a racist.
For you, my black friend.
Before I embarked on my
journey of race-based hatred,
I paid a visit to my black neighbor, Gene,
to bank some goodwill for
the difficult times ahead.
I had always thought of
black people simply as people
and, as a consequence,
didn't think much was special about them.
But now I would need
to discover what it was
that made them different
and how I could turn that into
feelings of red-hot racism.
As luck would have it, I
stumbled upon a family reunion
of black people, which was
being held in a public park
where anyone could join them.
Hi, there.
You want to know who's rude? Cameron.
She says to me, "Oh, you need
to do something with your hair."
Unbelievable.
Over the course of a productive
and enjoyable afternoon
of interracial eavesdropping,
I learned an enormous amount
of unflattering things about black people.
Who invited you, again?
They insult your hair when
their weave looks terrible,
they shoot off their mouths to Derrick
about things that don't concern them,
and, most infuriatingly,
they won't stop talking
about their catering business.
Was it difficult to earn their trust?
So long, everybody!
I now had the ammunition
to get seriously racist.
Hey, shut up about your catering business!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Actually, can you make
that a diet coke, please?
I am watching my calories,
and I know you're gonna run
along and tell that to Derrick.
Derrick?
I know few things.
Oh, good. Yes, thank you.
Right next to the other one, please.
It was necessary for my new racist attitude
to pervade my entire life,
including at the workplace.
Attention, everyone! New policy.
This will be strictly, harshly, enforced.
But these new systems
were difficult to maintain
in the modern world.
I was, for instance, not able
to explain where white women
were supposed to go to the bathroom.
My efforts were causing more
confusion than oppression.
Wait. This one is the color copier?
Isn't it that one?
This is the colored copier.
That one is the color copier.
So this is the
black-and-white copier?
That's the white copier.
Look, I just need to make a color copy.
Well, go ahead and do it.
Just don't use the colored copier.
The white copier is better anyway.
It makes colored copies.
I don't know what I can possibly
do to make this more clear.
You could write "people" under them.
However, a visit from our
head of human resources
let me know I was on the right track.
Hello.
You've put the entire company
in an extremely difficult situation.
You have to stop this.
Sharon, what race are you?
You're not supposed to ask people that.
Well, if you don't tell me,
I'll just assume the worst.
I was forced to attend a
sensitivity training class,
where I was subjected
to a glorious gold mine
or racially charged hate language.
Yes?
How would you use [Bleep] in a sentence?
The point is, you're not
gonna use it in a sentence.
If you're uncertain as
to anything you're saying,
whether it's gonna be offensive or not...
Hey, how many [Bleep] does it
take to screw in a light bulb?
I don't know.
I don't know either.
They're all too busy [Bleep] their cousins.
Thank you.
I'm Forrest.
I too am intolerant of those
who don't share my race.
My new friend was called Jim,
and he was a true connoisseur
of race-based hatred,
as I learned when he
invited me back to his lair.
Ever notice the lower
that they wear their pants,
the lower our property values go.
You got a president
that wants to take away our guns?
You know who else wanted
to take away the guns?
Yeah. Well, you like Hitler.
Yeah, yeah, I... I like
the way he started out.
- Okay.
- But when he started with
the Obama stuff, that's when it
all went downhill. Yep.
You're like me.
What do we have in common?
We have a lot in common, see?
We are white.
Why do they say black people
are better dancers than white people?
I'm a great dancer!
After meeting Jim, I realized I had to take
my racism up a notch. How about that?
At last, I was prepared
to infect everyone around
me with a virulent strain
of the social disease that is racism.
Why is there a black man
and his baby mama in my home?
Hmm? Somebody call the cops.
Well, no, I don't think
that will be necessary,
but I am gonna have to ask you to leave.
Yeah, right.
But being a convincing racist
was harder than I'd ever imagined.
I'm sorry. I'm afraid
I'm quite serious, okay?
We cannot have you here
mixing with our white women!
Excuse me! There is nothing funny
about what the black man
is doing to our country!
I don't know what
everybody is laughing about,
but I am tired of you
black people bringing down
our property values and our schools
and never shutting up about
your catering business!
To have the desired effect,
I would need to cross
a boundary which must never be crossed
and say what must never be said.
Laugh it up, you [Bleep]!
I am a racist now. Deal with it.
Okay, so you've become
an overt racist all of a sudden?
What do you mean by that? What
do you mean "overt racist"?
I mean, there's always
been some racism in you,
but I've never seen you proud of it.
How has there been racism in...
what are you talking about?
Okay, do you remember last year,
you asked everyone on the block but me
to keep your key while
you went on vacation?
Yeah, well, you were not home.
- We... we were home.
- You were home?
We were home.
And you've asked me three different times
if I went to college on
a basketball scholarship.
You did, didn't you?
- No.
- Oh, my God.
You didn't go to college
on a basketball scholarship?
- I'm 5'7", Forrest.
- Look at him. No.
And when president Obama was elected,
you congratulated me.
Well, you voted for him, right?
I was surprised to find that,
like Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense...
spoiler alert...
I had been a racist all along.
Gene, it seems, had learned to
live with that fact long ago,
but he did give me one very
important piece of advice.
Never, ever... and I do recommend this...
go around calling anybody that.
Oh, that... yeah, I'll get rid of that one,
'cause that seemed to upset everyone.
Yeah.
Up till now, it's been a
blessing to be in denial
about my racist feelings.
Acknowledging them has made me
feel as stupid and disgusting
as that moron with the Nazi flag.
Being a racist... half a star.
- Ugh, Forrest.
- Yes?
No, it should get no stars.
Well, we don't do zero stars.
But it's racism.
Yes, but half a star is our lowest rating.
We had a long meeting about it.
This is not the first. Who knew?
- I didn't.
- No, well, you might have.
Yeah.
I can't wait to find out
what's in store for me next.
You don't have to wait, Forrest.
Good.
This one's from @meatsmurders
in Ridgewood, New Jersey. She tweets...
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Wow, having to hunt and
kill an animal to eat it.
I admit... that makes
me very, very squeamish.
But I guess I'm going to have
to do what all men once did
out of sheer, savage necessity...
round up a television
crew and head to the hunt.
I've chosen this spot here
in the Angeles Crest National Forest,
a place where I can find
an animal and slay it
and skin it and then devour it.
And I'm here under cover of darkness
because there simply wasn't time
to arrange for the necessary permits,
and so we're... we're
just doing it this way.
I'm accompanied by
my father-in-law,
Jack Walthall, who brought along the rifle
and the hunting smarts and
also the rugged individualism
of a bygone era, right?
- Hello.
- Very good.
Now, Jack, you had a very
interesting and sort of
clever-sounding hunting ploy.
You care to share that with us?
Well, it's not really my idea, Forrest.
It's S.O.P... It's standard operating...
Uh, right.
It's doe's scent.
It's estrus urine of a doe.
Now, this will attract a buck,
and then all you need to do
is fire a bullet off at his vital organs,
and you're in business.
Yes, good. Okay.
Very good. That's pretty ingenious.
I think we can all agree,
but I'm about to take it
a big step forward.
Josh, will you please bring
the Doe-coy out here, won't you?
- Okay.
- I happened to be in possession
of a nonreturnable $4,000 sex doll,
and I was eager to find
alternate uses for her.
Her specific talent seemed
perfect for tonight's mission.
What is that?
It looks like a beautiful dead lady.
Yes, well, on any other night,
perhaps, but tonight she is
the sexiest doe in all
of Southern California.
Oh, that looks great!
That's even better than
I thought it would look.
I've seen worse in bars, I'll tell you.
You have?
That's fantastic.
Hey, come and get her, all you bucks!
Trust me, she's no prude!
She's into whatever you're into!
That's great.
Hey, Josh, please, you brought
the bolt cutters, right?
In truth, the idea of a firearm
in the hands of a 75-year-old man
in low-visibility conditions
made me terribly nervous,
but I was determined
to carry on for the sake
of human understanding.
Well, it does seem a little bit cruel
to get the bucks' hopes
up like this, you know?
They think they're gonna
get some action, right?
But when you're hunting,
you use every tool at your disposal, right?
Whether it's a gun or a superior intellect.
Now, my question is,
where the best place...
Oh!
- What the heck?
- Mr. MacNeil!
- What's happened?
- Mr. MacNeil!
He's eating me!
- Mr. MacNeil, where are you?
- Forrest, where are you?
The tiger is attacking me!
This is a God damn tiger!
I got him! I got him!
- He's over there!
- Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
There's a [Bleep] tiger!
- Are you all right?
- No!
What can we do to help?
- Shoot the tiger!
- Oh.
Stand back.
As it turns out, we accidently drove
into silver-screen star
Tippi Hedren's big-cat preserve.
And then the age-old
rivalry of man versus beast
played out once again.
Like the ancient hunters, in the end,
our mastery of tools saved me.
In this case, the tiger choked
on my microphone and died.
Better him than you.
It would have been so sad
to keep doing the show without you.
Sad, yes, but also impossible.
Right. That's what I said.
- Impossible.
- Yes.
Hunting is a mixed bag...
terrifying, exhilarating, and fairly cruel...
3 1/2 stars.