A Satanic coven.
A vile henchman.
A couple lost in the desert.
A bevy of scantily clad babes.
Does this sound like the making of a great, or atleast passable, horror flick? Wrong! Manos: The Hands of Fate is one of the worst, if not the worst, movie ever made. Written and directed by fertilizer salesman Harold P. Warren, Manos bombed in its initial release. Few had seen the film, or even knew of its existence, until Mystery Science Theater 3000 plucked it from obscurity. They ridiculed the hell out of it, and thus, gave it new life! Albeit a very sickly-connected-to-life-support kind of life.
Join us as we discuss the worst movie ever made. We explore why it has taken on cult status as we laugh at it, not with it. Also discussed is the recent arrest of super-sexy spy Anna Chapman, Napoleon's hair at auction, and a prehistoric Moby Dick!
You can download us from archive.org by clicking the link. Or, you can listen to the auditory madness here.
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My special thanks to Mr. Dillon for being a brave soul. He endured as much of Manos as is humanly possible.
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