Movies that are slightly off.
Manos: The Hands of Fate
It's Shocking! It's Beyond Your Imagination!
A family gets lost on the road and stumbles upon a hidden, underground, devil-worshiping cult led by the fearsome Master and his servant Torgo.
Stripped of annoying wisecracking robots this is not only an inscrutable piece of anti-cinema but also a glorious piece of accidental outsider art, an unnerving, arrhythmic ocean of crummy tinkly jazz, desolate sets, murky shadows, and weird Freudian sex panic misogyny. Awkward shot lengths and jump cuts, blurred focus, and stilted out-of-sync-dialogue merge into this sustained, ugly seepage of dread, inadvertently conjured by sheer ineptitude and a spring-wound 16mm camera's operational idiosyncrasies.
Disgraceful, humorless and just dismal, this atrocity whose technical achievements only just barely meet that of a "film" is just the all time lowest of the low. It is and forever will be a mystery to me as to how Manos: The Hands of Fate (translated: Hands: The Hands of Fate) is commonly grouped with the terrifically bad film genre or known by most as the so-bad-it's-good genre. The genre by which the likes of The Room, Plan 9 From Outer Space and Troll 2 belong, is a genre known for "fun" and "good fun" and even "joy," Manos; or Hands is none of these things.
Manos is campless, joyless, void of fun, and spawn of pain and cinematic torture.…
“I am Torgo. I take care of the place while the Master is away.”
It was the very witching time of night, and Hal P. Warren, heavy-hearted and crestfallen, pursued his travels homeward, alongside the barren wastelands which stretch beside El Paso, and which he had traversed so cheerily in the afternoon. It was the night of the unveiling of his masterpiece, Manos: The Hands of Fate. The air that afternoon had been heavy and humid, but it couldn’t dampen his spirits. He had won his bet—his movie was complete, ready for an unprepared world’s embrace.
His actors arrived in the rented limousine—one carload at a time, as Warren could afford only a single rental. Spotlights lit the night sky,…
"Without Manos: The Hands of Fate there would be no 2001: A Space Oddyssey."
"Robert Smith Jr and Russ Huddleston's score is the reason I started composing"
"I almost quit show business for good the first time I saw Manos. I mean, when a performance as brilliant as John Reynolds' Torgo already exists why would I even bother trying..."
O Manos... thou of primal darkness! Thou who dwelleth in the depth of the universe in the black casims of night! Thou who bestoweth the mother darkness upon thy faithful, to live eternally in her keeping. Thou dost make him most blessed forever! And thou who dost cursed with eternal burning life those whom transrest against thee! Holy art thou, holy art thou, holy art thou! Manos will be done! Thy priesthood remains steadfast, thy priesthood remains constant, thy priesthood remains righteous. Thou hast taught us, O Manos, and we hath listened. Give ear to our words, O Manos, and hear us! Hear us! Hear us! For…
My mom (after walking in on me watching this film): "Is this a porno flick?"
Manos: The Hands of Fate (roughly translated into Hands: The Hands of Fate) is an incredible film. It transcends the word 'incredible'. In fact, it conjures up its own word and that word is "torgo". This film is very torgo.
Holy shit this film is fucking terrible. But it's a special kind of fucking terrible. It's a "holy shit I'm going to shoot myself any second now fucking terrible" kind of fucking terrible. Never before have I seen a man die because his face was caressed to death.
Manos has changed my outlook on cinema as well as humanity. Are we humans this monstrous and…
Film #8 of Bad Movie Saturdays!
I've seen the MST3K episode before, a long time ago, and I'm not sure if that counts as having seen the film, so I'm just going to count this as a rewatch.
Oh, boy, was this a delight! This might possibly be the worst film I've seen in my goddamn life, and I highly recommend it! Now, let me tell you a bit about it, so you can judge for yourself whether or not you'd want to watch this.
It's a film made by an insurance salesman on a bet, with no experience or prior knowledge of filmmaking, on a microscopic budget, with only about 15, 20 actors, all of which are dubbed…
O.K. O.K. *Ahem*, okay. Um, Mr. Warren? How would you refer to your hands, in this case? Oh, you don't understand what I mean, fucker? Well, let's say that, as an instance of an answer, I think that your hands are APPALLING INSTRUMENTS OF DISGUSTING DOOM, FUCKFACE!!! WASTED!!! IT'S ALL WASTED!!! MY TIME IS ALL WASTED!!! BLEACHING MY ASSHOLE WOULD'VE BEEN MORE MEANINGFUL THAN OBSERVING THE NUMEROUS ELEMENTS OF THIS EGREGIOUS PIECE OF SHIT!!! ED WOOD WOULD BE SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU RIGHT NOW!!! WHAT KIND OF BITCH EDITS LIKE THAT?!!! WHO ACTS LIKE THAT?!!! WHAT KIND OF GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SLOB OF ED WOOD & ROGER CRISWELL'S LOVECHILD WRITES IN SUCH A LAUGHABLE MANNER?!!! GTFO!!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU -…
"you know, every frame of this movie looks like someone's last known photograph."
The worst movie ever.
Im suprised I even made it through this movie. I think this is on the same level as Turkish Star Wars on the absolute shit filmmaking list
Manos is like looking into a mirror, you sorta see a reflection of what you bring to it. There are certainly worse 'worst movies.' Boring fun.
Known a contender for the worst movie of all time. It certainly lives up to that reputation. Unless you're really gung-ho, I'd recommend watching the MST3K cut of this movie. To at least have some on-screen commiseration while you suffer through it.
One of the worst films of all time? This isn't even the worst film I've watched this week. Is it trash? Yeah. The filmmaking is objectively terrible. However, it is unique trash. It is a kind of trash that I have not seen before and I appreciate it. It all added to the overall charm. I would watch this any day over the next incredibly mediocre, derivative, formulaic, personality-less movie that will probably be released any day now.
This movie is slow, drawn out, and horribly disjointed, but there's something slightly appealing about it... I might be the only one, but I think the "master" actually has a pretty cool/creepy look, with an awesome robe. Mainly, though, there's the unique, iconic, legendary performance of Torgo. On the other hand, oh boy, are the slow parts boring.
Fictional cults and sects on film, however thinly veiled.
Preferably no demonic takeovers, although it can't always be avoided.
Quentin Tarantino's favorite films based on the internet pulled from multiple sources.