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Here a movie I;ve never seen anywhere, but is reviewed on the "Bad Movie Night" website. It's called "Poor White Trash Part 2." What happened to Part 1 I do not know:

http://www.hit-n-run.com/cgi/read_review.cgi?review=36418_coffman14

"No two ways about it, any sane man or woman on the face of the earth would avoid this movie at all costs. It's in a big box, with a hand-drawn picture on the cover and no photos from the movie on back. Plus, it's called "Poor White Trash Part 2." And, as sequels are usually not as good as the film they follow, one can only imagine how bad this is (especially since about 99.99991% of the population of the world has never heard of "Poor White Trash"). This film lives up to its expectations.

Allegedly, "Poor White Trash Part 2" was directed by someone and had actors in it. I do not believe this in the least bit. It looks, sounds, and feels just like a home movie of a particularly unpleasant backwoods clan who take in a city girl to torture after her husband is killed.

It's worthless. I cannot objectively review this film, because that is impossible. Anyone who sees it will join me in this refrain. It has no redeeming values whatsoever. The only thing it's good for is introducing the phrase "You ain't had it 'til you had it from Odis Pickett" into the special language of you and your best friends. And even the value of that is debatable, as you will have to waste 80+ minutes of your life in order to hear it.

See this film. If you can find a copy of it, see it. You will be thoroughly disgusted with yourself, the person at the video store who rented you the tape, and me for telling you about it in the first place. If you truly wish to see what depths film can sink, "Poor White Trash Part 2" is required viewing."

Late contribution... LETTER FROM A FARM KID

Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer, the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, thereÂ’s warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you until noon when you get fed again. ItÂ’s no wonder these city boys canÂ’t walk much.

We go on Â“route marches,Â” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, itÂ’s not my place to tell him different. A Â“route marchÂ” is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They donÂ’t bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I donÂ’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and donÂ’t move, and it ainÂ’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You donÂ’t even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ainÂ’t like fighting with that ole bull at home.

IÂ’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but IÂ’m only 5′6″ and 130 pounds and heÂ’s 6′8″ and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,

Alice