Motel Hell is a heartwarming film about family, small business, a touching story of Farmer Vincent, a man who runs a roadside inn with his sister, and the importance of eating locally sourced food. Farmer Vincent and his sister run a quaint little motel on the side of the highway. To the untrained eye, it looks like any other roadside stop—clean rooms, reasonable rates, and a meat smoker out back. They make their own brand of smoked meats. The slogan is simple: ‘It takes all kinds of critters to make Farmer Vincent’s fritters.’ What they don’t mention is that sometimes the critters are… people. The process is fairly straightforward. Vincent kidnaps travelers, buries them in his garden up to their necks, and treats them like crops until it’s time to harvest. Then he turns them into sausage. Not exactly farm-to-table—more like interstate-to-table. You’ve probably stayed at motels before where the breakfast was questionable, but never to this degree. Things get complicated when Vincent falls for a young woman he rescues after a motorcycle accident. Between the romance, the secret garden full of buried heads, and a showdown involving a chainsaw and a pig’s head mask, it’s safe to say Motel Hell isn’t listed on AAA’s most recommended lodging. In the end, Vincent admits on his deathbed that his real crime wasn’t cannibalism, kidnapping, or mass murder. No, it was using preservatives. A shocking revelation, and one that makes you think twice about reading the ingredients on a package of sausage.