When the time comes for Tinker to get with the program, to fish or cut bait, to shit or get off the pot, to come on in for the big win, he first looks around for inspiration. An eyeline match cut reveals what he’s looking at: a troop of stuffed monkeys, posed in the familiar “See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil” manner.

Only…only that’s not all, is it? There’s a fourth monkey, isn’t there? And what part of his body is this furry fellow covering? What evil is he intended to instruct us not to do?

The monkey’s covering his dick, that’s what I’m trying to point out here. He’s covering his monkey penis. See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil, and last but most definitely not least, Fuck No Evil.

Again, this is the very end of the film. This is energy with which Rowdy Herrington, director, wishes to leave us. Tinker looks at a monkey holding his dick and says “A polar bear fell on me” and two old codgers chuckle to themselves with a dead body on the floor nearby.

When I say things like “I could watch Road House a hundred times and still find new details I’d never noticed before,” this monkey is the kind of thing I’m talking about. This monkey, holding its monkey genitals.