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…
Does watching it on MST3K count? Whatever.
It's either this or five stars, there is no inbetween.
10% / 80% MST3KSo basically, the worst movie ever made. Which is why I watch it every couple of years. Because I hate myself.
It’s a classic of the So-Bad-It’s-Good milieu. Everyone should sit through it once, preferably with alcohol and a group of friends present.
Travel the World Scavenger Hunt - Two movies with a combined IMDb score of 10 (w/ Amélie)
What makes a bad movie? Is it bad writing? Bad acting? Bad directing? All three aforementioned questions do make movies bad, but so can mindlessness. Manos is an exercise in mindlessness, a bad movie to define all bad movies. The writing, acting, and directing are not just bad. Actually, all are non-existent.
Guys, guys, everyone involved, please, did you even try? It's hard to try with material such as this. I don't want to say that maybe the script could have been better with a couple of rewrites, because that is simply not true. Ideas like this simply cannot make a good movie.…
An absolute trainwreck of a movie. It should be seen as a perfect example of how not to make an independent film.
Scavenger Hunt- July 2016
Task #24. Two movies with a combined IMDb score of 10. (IMDb score of 1.9/First of the two.)
Late last night when watching this movie, I took notes. I felt that part of this review should be the note I took, lifted verbatim from the Post-It notes I kept them on. Also, keep in mind that these notes were taken within the first minute of the movie:
-This music is so weird.
-Where's the editing?
-DAT ADR THO!!!
-Little girl looked at the camera twice in the same shot.
This was all in the first MINUTE of film. WOW. And it got even worse as the movie progressed. The 6-7 minute sequence with the…
I mean, it is kinda disturbing ish.
This was a phenomenal piece of terrible filmmaking! I looovvveeeddd it!
you definitely have to suffer through but its beautiful!
Movies that have such a powerful/memorable/weird/insane/awesome/surprising last scene (or shot) that made you say "THAT ENDING!!!!!" or variations