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Manos: The Hands of Fate (1966)
The story may be wire-thin.....but...
It deserves my 1/10. Do not take this lightly, this still hangs high on my altar of cinema, and for many reasons which may be of interest to everyone. Your first impression after seeing this may be that my title for this review is correct, so why read on? Well, the film is hilarious, utterly packed with stupid lines, which after seeing this I became obsequious to the degree that everyone I knew had to see this, and therefore understand the silly jokes. Though a deity is not a silly joke - and nor is this film.
Its subject matter is, admittedly rather dubious, though Warren throughout commands the same authority over all elements with as much incompetency as Churchill's anti-Soviet policy (as had he succeeded in Norway, the UK would have been in a war with Germany and the USSR). A family travel to the eponymously sinful "Valley Lodge," a stunted creature named Torgo "invites" us, and the family inside. There they are treated to sexual harassment in person and from afar. Horrific. Hilarious!
It is the first genuine attempt I have come across where absolute novices have tried to make a feature film on a tiny independent budget. Not an expense is spent on running through the script, editing the finished piece, the composer of the music, the performers of this music, and rather literally so, everyone involved. I would only recommend this piece if you could understand that humour is often dark and unrelenting.
Ray Liotta is on the TV and Gustav Mahler I am listening to.