Manos: The Hands of Fate

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“Manos: The Hands of Fate is a bizarre film that almost defies the idea of ‘good’ or ‘bad’ … a true cult phenomenon.” –  Worst Movies Ever Made

“It’s Shocking! It’s Beyond Your Imagination!” Everything that can go wrong does go wrong for a young family on their vacation road trip, including running afoul of an insipid Devil cult and tangling with a cranky creep named Togar in this legendarily inept shocker that has become the textbook example on how to make a hilariously awful movie. Shot on location in sunny El Paso, Texas by first-time (as well as last-time) filmmaker Harold P. Warren on a bet that he couldn’t actually make a motion picture, Manos: The Hands of Fate is a thoroughly puzzling cinematic experience loaded with surreal action, shockingly inept production values and a head-scratching “surprise” ending that somehow makes all that has come before it even more wonderfully terrible. An annoying family is lost on the highway and unable to find a hotel, so naturally they stop at a mysterious house that reeks of danger. They are told by the disfigured handyman Togar that his cape-wearing “Master” does not like visitors, but with no other shelter in sight, the oblivious family decides to spend the night anyway. Of course, their annoying presence ignites the fury of a Devil cult that preys upon their innocence, and the family is forced to suffer psychotic rituals, including watching a bunch of clumsy women wrestle one another in white nightgowns. Will they be able to escape? Existing within a bizarre universe all its own, the deliriously awful Manos was lost in obscurity until it was memorably roasted on MST3K in the early ‘90s, and now it shall live forever! (Dir. by Harold P. Warren, 1966, USA, 74 mins., Not Rated)