A few months ago my boyfriend and I subjected ourselves to arguably one of the worst films of all time via Mystery Science Theater 3000, Manos: The Hands of Fate. I've known about this movie for years thanks to badmovies.org, so I knew it was going to be awful, but I had grossly underestimated its powers of darkness. It's so terrible, I'm not entirely sure it's even a movie.
Probably the most iconic image from the film is the Master in his black robe embellished with red hands (or maybe Torgo just being, well, Torgo). After seeing the movie, I recast my cat Gustave in the role, changing the hands to kitty paws. After losing 90 minutes of my life to this meandering, painfully dull simulation of a movie, I had to do something productive to make it worthwhile.
Probably the most iconic image from the film is the Master in his black robe embellished with red hands (or maybe Torgo just being, well, Torgo). After seeing the movie, I recast my cat Gustave in the role, changing the hands to kitty paws. After losing 90 minutes of my life to this meandering, painfully dull simulation of a movie, I had to do something productive to make it worthwhile.
Comments
Post a Comment
Questions? Comments? Speak your mind here.