Saturday, August 06, 2005
Why We Love Bad Movies
Sweet.
The fact most often repeated about Hal P. Warren, the auteur of the cinematic freak show "Manos: The Hands of Fate," is that he was a fertilizer salesman, as if the occupation somehow disqualified him from moviemaking.
Maybe, maybe not. In the summer of 1966 Warren led a band of justly uncompensated players into the desert around El Paso to make what is now widely celebrated as the worst movie of all time. The tale of a family who falls into the grip of a Satanic cult—though the spoils of soul-selling amount to no more than a screen-door shack with a filthy couch - "Manos" is a work of dazzling stupidity and an incompetence so decadent that it's hard to understand how Warren managed to dress himself in the morning.
posted by Prof. Hex at 3:23 AM
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