1.0Humane Hollywoodhttps://humanehollywood.orgHumane Hollywoodhttps://humanehollywood.orgrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="O8ux1fwPOs"><a href="https://humanehollywood.org/production/temp-the/">Temp, The</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://humanehollywood.org/production/temp-the/embed/#?secret=O8ux1fwPOs" width="600" height="338" title="“Temp, The” — Humane Hollywood" data-secret="O8ux1fwPOs" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://humanehollywood.org/app/uploads/2020/02/mtyya9bCLnWaK8yeA9tNTscnKNk.jpg8001200The Temp starts out as a subtlety humorous comedy, but turns into a suspense/thriller as Peter Dern, an up and coming sales executive, acquires a new temporary assistant. Lance, Peter's assistant, is out on leave for two weeks as he has just acquired a new baby in his family. Peter comes into work the next day, hurried and flustered since he was up most of the night trying to complete a major lay-out that is due. Upon his arrival he meets his new temporary assistant, Kris Bolin. Kris is very attractive and efficient. She immediately jumps into the unfinished project and they complete it together just before the dead line. As the two weeks are coming to an end, Kris has managed to completely control her surroundings and, is obviously a helpful, no, perfect secretary and assistant. Finally the day comes when Lance is to return, and although he has become quite dependant on Kris, Peter keeps his loyalties in check and tells Kris she must go. Kris proceeds to tell Peter that she won't actually be leaving as she is now going to be working with another one of the men on the staff, Jack, Peter's adversary. Before Kris has even moved all of her things out of Lance's desk, there is a blood-curdling scream that emanates from the copy room. It is the scream of Lance, who has just had his hand mutilated in the shredder machine. As tragic as it may seem, there is a bright side to this for Kris, as she can now stay on staff with Peter. As time passes, Kris keeps working her way up the corporate ladder, even surpassing Peter. This is not too hard to do though, as Peter is one of the last living top management people left. It seems that several have died in freak accidents as of late. In fact, it's been since Kris has come on board. Is there a connection? Peter sets out to find out, before he becomes another statistic